Note that I may not agree 100% with what is said here. I've selected these based on either how unique, well researched, or interesting the arguments are.
Why does no one see
Why does no one understand
Why does no one care
Of this heart held in my hand
Why does no one want
To make sure I reach the land
Are they all so preoccupied
They can't turn to see what's inside
Why is no one there
When I call out in the night
Why is it so dark
When I turn on all the lights
Why's there not a soul
In a city full of life
Are they all so preoccupied
That they would turn willfully blind
Why do they just scream
When I try to tell the truth
Why do they just cry
When I talk about their youth
Why do they turn away
When I only try to soothe
Are they all so preoccupied