It's the same old shit but just a different day
And as history has it I'm stuck in my ways
Jumping hoops to try and save face
I'm content alone but in need of embrace
I've got problems whose roots you can trace
to those who made me hate myself this way
I used to be a boy with a twinkle in my eye
and with each passing year a little piece of him dies
I've found my patience slowly start to wither
And I understand how we grow old and bitter
There's more to life that I wish I knew more about
but until then I'll remain the odd one out
It's the same old shit but just a different time
It's alright that I don't cross your mind
I've become a pro at being alone
and when I'm in public these are skills I hone
I try my best to say hi you too, but I'm almost certain you fucking hate me
You may have broke my heart but I'll still hold a door or two
You may have torn me apart but I'll still smile and say thank you
This isn't what normal people do
but I'm still the same through and through
I refuse to treat you the way you chose to treat me
so If I don't say much please take it personally
Why am I so fucked up, you say?
Well, my friend, we're all fucked up in our own ways
We're all fucked up
We're all fucked up
We're all fucked up
We're all fucked up
(WE'RE ALL FUCKED UP!)
In our own ways.

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