What About Me

Well, there's a little boy waiting at the counter of a corner shop

He's been waiting down there, waiting half the day

They never ever see him from the top

He gets pushed around, knocked to the ground

He gets to his feet and he says

"What about me?

It isn't fair

I've had enough!

Now I want my share

Can't you see?

I wanna live

But you just take more than you give"

Well, there's a pretty girl serving at the counter of a corner shop

She's been waiting back there, waiting for a dream

Her dreams walk in and out, they never stop

Well, she's not too proud to cry out loud

She runs to the street and she screams

"What about me?

It isn't fair

I've had enough!

Now I want my share

Can't you see?

I wanna live

But you just take more..."

So take a step back and see the little people

They may be young

But they're the ones who make the big people big

So listen as they whisper

"What about me?"

Now I'm standing on the corner

All the world's gone home

Nobody's changed

Nobody's been saved

And I'm feeling cold and alone

I guess I'm lucky

I smile a lot

But sometimes I wish for more than I've got

What about me?

It isn't fair

I've had enough!

Now I want my share

Can't you see?

I wanna live

But you just take more...

What about me?

It isn't fair

I've had enough!

Now I want my share

Can't you see?

I wanna live

You just take more than you give

What about me?

What about me?

What about me?