I Don't Understand

I suppose this is the end
Of our-self, and free will

The end of this message
And the beginning to our blessings
I've got hope for us and I hope you hear this message
I'm trying to convey my thoughts into your head
So you can understand that this is not just me

Under a bridge, there is a man
Taking pills out from his hand
Got no one left, not even a friend
We look at him, and call him filth
He grabs his beer, and washes it down
People walk by as he floats from the ground
And not even a person would turn around
What the fuck are we doing, if we're not helping out

And in Minnesota, there's a woman who could've
But she panics too much, so she had to take benzos
It helped her too much, now she couldn't live without em
Taking 6 a day just so she could feel normal
We look at her and call her a fucking awful
Her depression got the best of her, and she down a whole bottle
Laying dead in her room, with no help from her mother
Because no one wants to help out someone who needs someone

I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand

Consider us blind, or audio illiterate
Deaf fucks who don't care about us living
Trade paper till you die, instead of helping people out
You're blind, I'm blind, but we can still try
The war on drugs isn't helping us now
We're looking at addiction wrong, we're on the wrong route
Looking at people wrong, we're wrong, we're fucking wrong
Ignorant, oblivious, and insensitive, idiots we are

Under a bridge, there is a man
Taking pills out from his hand
Got no one left, not even a friend
We look at him, and call him filth
He grabs his beer, and washes it down
People walk by as he floats from the ground
And not even a person would turn around
What the fuck are we doing, if we're not helping out

And in Minnesota, there's a woman who could've
But she panics too much, so she had to take benzos
It helped her too much, now she couldn't live without em
Taking 6 a day just so she could feel normal
We look at her and call her a fucking awful
Her depression got the best of her, and she down a whole bottle
Laying dead in her room, with no help from her mother
Because no one wants to help out someone who needs someone

I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand

If we came together we'd see the problem
But life like we're going isn't solving this problem
If we stopped for a minute we'd see how it's broken
Living life large, but inside you're still broken
We're broken
Fight yourself in the mirror, tearing at your eyes so you can see it
The picture inside yourself is living, and we can feel it
Feel the energy inside you, it's calling out to help
Not to look down at people who are addicted to pills
Who are addicted to help, cause no one will help
No one will fucking help, so they have to drown themselves
To feel like they're loved by their earth
Cause not a single person will give them their first step
Not a single person cares enough, but wants shit for themselves
Why do you want for yourself
Why can't you want for ourselves
Ignorant, oblivious, and insensitive
I just hope that this song portrays more than just a message

Under a bridge, there is a man
Taking pills out from his hand
Got no one left, not even a friend
We look at him, and call him filth
He grabs his beer, and washes it down
People walk by as he floats from the ground
And not even a person would turn around
What the fuck are we doing, if we're not helping out

And in Minnesota, there's a woman who could've
But she panics too much, so she had to take benzos
It helped her too much, now she couldn't live without em
Taking 6 a day just so she could feel normal
We look at her and call her a fucking awful
Her depression got the best of her, and she down a whole bottle
Laying dead in her room, with no help from her mother
Because no one wants to help out someone who needs someone

I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand

I don't understand, like we don't understand
Insane in the head, I'm feelin' lonley
For a moment I'm the only one who stands
In my room, was alone
Not addiction, but depression, the first step to abuse
But instead of drugs I wanted a little bit of death
Thought to myself that life was not in life, but was in death
Tried to kill myself in middle school, had an abusive home
Went to school and no one cared, was called fat, bitch, and felt all alone
Like if you've been sad before, it's sickening to judge another
Why do you feel superior to someone who needs help
They're screwed up, I guess, and we're screwed up I guess
Cause no one wants to help someone who takes a shot from the glass

Under a bridge, there is a man
Taking pills out from his hand
Got no one left, not even a friend
We look at him, and call him filth
He grabs his beer, and washes it down
People walk by as he floats from the ground
And not even a person would turn around
What the fuck are we doing, if we're not helping out

And in Minnesota, there's a woman who could've
But she panics too much, so she had to take benzos
It helped her too much, now she couldn't live without em
Taking 6 a day just so she could feel normal
We look at her and call her a fucking awful
Her depression got the best of her, and she down a whole bottle
Laying dead in her room, with no help from her mother
Because no one wants to help out someone who needs someone