Sometimes I wish there was more for me to ask for
Have what I want, yet feel obligated to want more
They ask what to get me for Christmas like I don’t have enough
My own car, good friends and a job yet still down on my luck
I listen to my music on two hundred dollar headphones
I’m feeling kind of down, feeling kind of alone
I may not know it but I’m lucky to even have a home
I just want to reap the seeds that I haven’t sown
While there’s people in the world that work all day
Their meals are laid out on a Styrofoam tray
Throw food out and on the ground it lands
No tears shed for the starving kid in Pakistan
More important things now, I think my phone broke again
But who can really blame me as a product of environment
Raised on Jersey Shore and materialistic intent
To me my problems seem like the opposite of nice
To another kid they’d be like a stay in paradise
Young and naïve, I probably won’t change the world
The least I should do is be aware of what unfurls.