Everyone's got it bad Everyone goes from bad to worse now bad Given the chance Everyone sees the end Everyone's just your temporary friend Of circumstance Nothing's left but the feeling that we go on Nothing's right for the start of each new day If this is all there is then what are we here for If there's no more than this than why are we here Drifting in space and time True direction seems so hard to find and understand Everyone has to end And die a little every single day By their own hand Nothing's left but the feeling that we go on Nothing's right for the start of each new day If this is all there is then what are we here for If there's no more than this than why are we here Nothing's left but the feeling that we go on Nothing's right for the start of each new day If this is all there is then what are we here for If there's no more than this than why are we here If there's no more than this