Tell me again how you're always alone,
As you ask me to wait while you answer the phone,
Tell me again how you are afraid,
While the kid on the news hides from grenades
Tell me again how you are so poor,
While you pay someone else, to do all your chores,
Tell me again how you hurt so bad,
While she sits by the coffin of her loving dad.
Tell me again how your life's so unfair,
When a mom and her daughter live right over there
Under that bridge because they don't have a house,
She doesn't do drugs; they were beat up by her spouse.
So maybe before you think of you,
You should consider another's problems too.
