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 don't have 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 don't have enough

Now I want my share

Can't you see?

I wanna live

But you just take more than you give

More than you give"

Take a step back and see the little people

They might be young

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

So listen as they whisper

"What about me?"

And 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 don't have 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

But you just take more

You just take more

You just take more than you give

What about me?

What about me?

What about me?