There's a little boy standing   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 wanna live   But you just take more than you give      So take a step back and see the little people,   They maybe young,   but they're the one 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 been changed, nobody's been saved   And I'm feeling cold and alone   I guess I'm lucky, I smile alot   But sometimes I ask 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 than you give.      What about me??