Obsolete

Every day seems the same to me

I sit around and think about how alone

I feelThen

I wind up rather enjoying loneliness

Because it's the comfort of being sad

Sometimes it feels so right

And sometimes

I'd like to be around

No one for ten straight years

But I know this feeling can't bring me places

And I know

I'm losing lots of ground

But to keep up means to get up

And why does it have to be

The world keeps on changing while

I just stay the same?

I feel like being down doesn't mean enough to anyone, anymore

And I guess the world has made emotion obsolete

And I don't think

I feel the same 'cause after all

Who says what happy really means?

Tonight I will redefine everything

And tomorrow

I will start in on my better days

And so each their own definition of happiness

But no one ever reaches it

So I don't think,

I'll breathe that way

But happiness is when there's nowhere left to go

Because in that state of mind there is no state of self

So how was

I supposed to know?