i wonder what it feels like
to be able to walk
when it's 4am and you just  wanna go to the park
to watch the stars and cry
about how hard it is to grow up,
but you know it's so much harder
with all those images on your mind
you can't help but wonder if it'll be your turn tonight
when you step outside,
will it be a quiet night?
or will you make it home safe,
only to find out she wasn't as luck as you were?
you wonder how much longer you'll have to fight
until you don't have to be afraid of the dark,
longing for the day to arrive,
until you don't have to sit
on your bathroom floor to cry
because women can't go to the park.