hey dad,
i'm sorry. its been too much.

i wish you'd listen. i wish you'd ask. but all you do is dictate.
dictate my life. make my choices. live my life for me then!
you were always just next to being the perfect dad.
now it seems so far away, like i dont know you anymore.


shane ward with "what about me?"


well theres a little boy waiting at the counter of the corner shop.
he's been waiting down there.
waiting half the day
you 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 theres 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 pround
to shout of loud.
so she runs to the street and she screams:

what about me.
it isnt' 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,
cos 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 gone hope,
nobodys changed,
nobod's been saved,
and i've been feeling cold and alone.

i guess i'm lucky, i smile alot,
but sometimes i wish 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
"what about me
it isn't fair.
i've had enough now i want my share
but you just take more,
yes you just take more,
you just take more than you give.

what about me?
what about me?
what about me?