and sometimes my teenage body ponders things
like why a pretty girl would ever be depressed
and why the humanity of things is the way it is

why is it okay to care for animals more than humans?
there are bees in the air and statues in the grass
i've got to thinking, been thinking and thinking
i'm a ******* in my own way

eruptions of jealousy, waves of rage
and that final shake of an earthquake
why should i be the one to feed the machine
when the world around me gave me some kind of need