A/N: I own nothing and I probably won't. This songfic answers the question of what Rika listens to in the beginning of 03. This is also my first tamers fic.

Open Your Eyes

As I walk along these streets

I see a man that walks alone

Distant echo of people's feet

He has no place to call his own

A shot rings out from a roof overhead

A crack head asks for change nearby

An old man lies in an alley way dead

A little girl lost just stands there and cries

Here I am. Home. West Shinjuku. Amongst hundreds of people trying to make a living. Not knowing what another wants. I want people to know what goes on. As I put my headphones on , I see a legless man wheeling himself on a box with wheels into an alley. I see an expensive car full of wealthy people living it up, not caring, not giving a damn about the downtrodden, me. I scowled at them thinking they could not live without their cell phones, beepers and palm pilots, thinking they are connected to the world.

What would you do? (What would you do?)

If it was you? (If it was you?)

Would you take everything for granted like you do?

A boy just 13 on the corner for sale

Swallows his pride for another hit

Overpopulation

There's no room in jail

And most of you don't give a s**t

That your daughters are p***o stars

And your sons sell death to kids

You're so lost in your little worlds

Your little worlds you'll never fix

I began to run. Faster. Harder. Swifter. I was flying through the crowd of people, not caring who I bumped into.

What would you do? (What would you do?)

If it was you? (If it was you?)

Would you take everything for granted like you do?

You turn away

You turn away

You turn away

You turn away

As I walk along these streets

Soaking up the acid rain

From beneath the taxi cabs

I hear the streets cry out in vain

What would you do? (What would you do?)

If it was you (If it was you?)

Would you take everything for granted like you do?

A/N: R&R