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 sheβs 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
I'll probably continually edit this for a while "Being happy never goes out of style"