This is how I feel right now Obsolete manuscript No one reads and no one needs Pages lost, incomplete No one knows what it means Minds grow dark, so suddenly I was lost on your street
Hey I'm talking to myself I can hear you listening in To my thoughts, to my dreams What I want, can't compete Obsolete
Take me to the water's edge Let me stand in the sand Let me hear the waves crash-land Useless part This useless heart Useless art What am I? Why am I Incomplete? Obsolete
This is how it feels right now Obsolete manuscript No one reads, no one needs Useless part This useless heart Useless art What am I? Why am I Incomplete? Obsolete
All I want Can't compete All I want Is a sleep All I want Incomplete All I want Obsolete
Regina Spektor's words, not mine. They just fit so well to my general feeling of my life and it seems that way for others as well.