There's a little boy waitin' at the counter of the corner shop.. He's been waitin' 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..
There's a pretty girl standing at the counter of the corner shop She's been waitin' back there.. Waitin' for her dreams.. Her dreams walk in and I begged 'em to 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 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.. 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 than you give.. But you just take more..
لا تستطيع المشاركة بمواضيع جديدة في هذا المنتدى لا تستطيع الرد على مواضيع في هذا المنتدى لا تستطيع تعديل مشاركات في هذا المنتدى لا تستطيع الغاء مشاركاتك في هذ المنتدى لا تستطيع المشاركة بمرفقات في هذا المنتدى
