Every morning I wake on the same bed Dress in the same room Leave from the same door
Every day I go to the same places Meet the same people Do the same things
Every night I watch the same shows Eat with the same people Sleep on the same bed
Tell me, then If I should feel so secure About what the future should hold; If I shouldn't fear the known But rather the unknown Why must I lie every night dreading what arises of the Next day?