. The girl I like is so far away, and thats okay. Got my own place, its a mess, and thats okay. I have a place for my head to lay. In my bed, alone, I panic a little bit, but my blankets keep me safe and thats okay. My cats got three legs, he gets around, and he's okay. Invitations come, come out to play, I turn them down, social anxiety keeps me afraid, back to the blankets, and thats okay. One day ill get out, one day. Happiness seems so far away, its what I chase when I am tired of being okay. The girl may be gone, but I stay. My place, like memories, may fade. My cat may die before my time, what will i do? What will I say? My blankets may start on fire, from a cigarette forgotten as I sleep through the day, what then will keep me safe, ill have to grow up, and talk to people face to face. I have grown tired of being okay, tomorrow is a new day and ill do my very best to chase the apathy away. I want to feel positive for some time, before I grow old and grey. I want to live, if only for a day. Happiness, I found, is what you make it, and you have a big part to play in the length that it stays..
