When?

I've seen a lot of things in five years
i struggle just to hold back the tears
but everyfuckingwhere i go
i see the pathos that i know
will spell the termination of us all
Someone's got to tell me, do you see
that everything around you has a hidden tragedy?
seeds of happiness have never found a place to grow
and our generation doesn't know
When, when will you try
to change the logarithmic pace of kissing things goodbye?
when, when will you know
that human life is so short, death is oh so slow?
I've tried to make things make sense but i can't
i'm happy just to watch them all and laugh
and if you think you've got it made
just revel in your selfish ways
because when the world stops turning so will you