What About Me

Oh, there's a little boy waiting at the counter of a corner shop He's been waiting down there, waiting half the day We never ever see him from the top He gets pushed around, knocked to the ground But 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 the corner shop She's been waiting back there, waiting for her dreams 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 than you give 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 of 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 then I go 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? 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?