Another day, I'm at home in my lonely room. I still promise you I'll be OK but this total gloom destroys me, destroys us We won't go back If you believe me don't say go and everything changes to black Another day, what the hell, it seems the same. So many problems, many troubles look like an idiot's game. Make love, make peace, try to make everything well I thing we'll meet together--I think I'll see ya in hell No more of these days No more of these places We try to change our lives, I feel your fear in your eyes. I want my dreams I want my feelings So don't look back to the past, I don't want to be last. We don't lie and still got time to change our ways and save these days Try to make changes every day over and over again. Try to have fun, see the sun, try to clean up your brain No pain, no shame, you should be ready to go. You should be happy with your friends and don't be alone. why do people live ordinary lives? And why does every day look the same? We must do something, and start to have fun again. We can't stay the same, turn back and just go home Why does it all seem the same?