Late Night Feels

Part 69

I don't get it, man.

I don't get why people get killed

Over color and race, or

Why people feel unwelcomed

And out of place.

I don't get why we need more than we have.

Why we must continue to upgrade and grow,

Like your iPhone 4s doesn't meet status quo.

I don't get why people lie

When it never seems to satisfy.

I don't get why we crave attention;

Doesn't the suspension bring enough tension?

I don't get why we're surrounded yet

Still manage to feel so alone.

I'm the prime example of a girl with no home.

If we want a revolution,

A solution to this pollution,

Then why does no one make an effort

To move around the bend?

I don't get why I stay.

My heart longs elsewhere,

But I'll wait for another day, I'll say.