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?