Cycles

Always searching for something Looking at the place that I should be But I'm nothing I'm nobody, nobody So I try to be smarter Letting go of pointless remedies I'm a robot A product of society Wake up Cloud your face in makeup Try to be good enough Or at least pretend You're everyone's best friend Only find happiness in money Acting like somebody Inside you feel dead Do it all again 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 Cloud your face with makeup Try to be good enough Or at least pretend You're everyone's best friend Only find happiness in money Try acting like somebody Inside you feel dead Do it all 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