Each And Everyday

what's the point of this
 i've got the graveyard shift
 and it's my life and i'm suck of it
 so i'm a pessimist, and i'm an analyst
 i get hope but it falls with the crack of a wrist
 maybe i was hungry for the fall
 or maybe i was right and you were wrong
 but i don't have the strength to find a way
 to have you in my arms for say even an hour, or even a day
 and yet still i fight to find a way
 to fight this problem that hurts me each and everyday
 everything is a little bit clearer now
 and everything is a little bit harder now
 yet i still try to change your mind
 everything is a little bit clearer now
 and everything is a little bit harder now
 why can't i just say good-bye
 so why all the pain why all the fuss
 maybe it's because i lose all train of thought
 everytime i think of us
 and so i make my ways and waste my days in the search for something new
 i'm a pessimist and an analyst and i don't know what to do