What About Me

Well there's a little boy waiting at the counter of the 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 want to live

But you just take more than you give

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

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?

What about me?

What about....me?