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.
My heart is breaking as I type and there is a tear in my eye. This song is pure pathos. Sorry about the pronting errs.
Hmm, OK, back to work.
Oh, Shannon Noll I believe.
