Cycles

Always searchin′ for somethin’
Lookin′ at the place that I should be
But I’m nothin’
Nobody, nobody
So I try to be smarter
Lettin′ go of pointless remedies
I′m a robot, a product of society

Wake up, hide your face in makeup
Try to be good enough
Or at least pretend you’re everyone′s best friend
Only find happiness in money
Actin’ like somebody, but inside you feel dead
Do it all again

I wanna be perfect
Supermodel life, white picket fence house
I wanna be worth it
The girl that you dream about
I wanna be normal
Live, try, work, die, it′s so cyclical
To be mortal seems like such a constant struggle

Wake up, hide your face in makeup
Try to be good enough
Or at least pretend you’re everyone′s best friend
Only find happiness in money
Actin’ like somebody, but inside you feel dead
Do it all again

Tired of the same routine
What’s the point in bein′ free?
If I only wanna live to please
Do I ever really live for me?
Do I even know myself at all?
If nothing′s under my control
Maybe it’s a mortal toll
We′d do anything just to feel whole
And I’m tired of it