Cycles

Always searching for something
Looking at the place that I should be
But I'm nothing
Nobody, nobody
So, I try to be smarter
Letting go of pointless remedies
I'm a robot
A product of society

Wake up, hide your face in make-up
Try to be good enough
Or at least pretend
You're everyone's best friend
Only find happiness in money
Acting like somebody
But inside, you feel dead
Do it all again (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 make-up
Try to be good enough
Or at least pretend
You're everyone's best friend
Only find happiness in money
Acting like somebody
But inside, you feel dead
Do it all again (again)

Tired of the same routine
What's the point in being 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