You think I don't get what you mean
You think you're the sad queen
You say I don't understand
You say nothing for you can be grand
Well think about the others
The ones that have lost brothers
In wars and fights caused by our kind
The fights and wars that make us blind
Think about the ones living on the street
And can't afford a bite to eat
Think of those that died today
Without a chance to pray
Think of those who have no money
Or can't remember the taste of honey
Think of how someone is deathly ill
And is waiting for their soul to slip out the window sill
Think of those with scars from death
Who feel like they're getting short of breath
Think of the child who's dieing tonight
And will forever be lost from their family's sight
So if you cry over a broken fingernail
Think of the one's that are burning in hell
There are other people in this earth
Molested women giving birth
Quit think so much of yourself, please
Your problems are nothing compared to these
Just because you broke a nail or hate your hair curled
Doesn't mean it's the end of the world.
