Yours Truly, Me.

The Internet II

Stuck thinking of people and I'm trying to make sense of it,

Wondering about the world and why there's so much senselessness,

We're open on the Internet, we talk to everyone we meet,

But out here in the real world people can't help but be discreet,

Back behind our cell phone screens, we can be whatever,

'Cause we could see the whole damn world and meet these people never,

But out here in reality, we struggle to see what is just,

When did all the goodness in our lives get reduced to dust?

Why do we struggle to act as we believe?

We want to show our arms so bad yet we still cover them with sleeves.