Countless times while scrolling down a screen
I've come across a glistening smile
From a girl who's wishing to be seen
I'll stare at her portrait for a while

Then read what she’s left for all to see
And contemplate the hypocrisy
Of her wonderful philosophy
Which she has laid out in front of me.

We seem to have a million ways to live
A thousand different techniques
That teach us how to thrive
A billion different people,
And it all comes to this:
That no one can find
Happiness