Complaints of the spoiled...

Mom i want to go home,
Mom can i get something new,
Mom i don't know i just wanna be with u...

Complaints complaints,
I just don't understand ,
I want to stop,
I just cant,

Here i complain as these little kids die,
They become bald,
They just want to cry,

I realize to stop,
But it doesn't make it better,
I just want them to be alright,

But all they hear,
Is the complaints of a spoiled child...