Drama Queen

The Rain comes down to show my sorrow
The clouds come out to hide my pain
The little girls weep and
The trees all die
The sun comes out in my time of need
But all i see is agony
People cry out, But we cant hear
To self conceded to help
The worls is CRAZY
Nefver thinking, never growing
Just moving backwords
Like time travel at hyper-speed
To the Time of the caves
Wich was all so simple
But there was still society
Putting people in classes
High, Middle, Low
We are all in one
Our whole world is bassed on them
In our neighborhoods and in our cities
We know the people in the high
In the middle, and in the low
Now we have to figure out where we stand
But does that really matter??
The Worlds A Drama Queen