Alea iacta est

She's been waitin' back there waitin' for her dreams.
Her dreams walk in and I begged 'em to stop, well 
she's not too proud
to cry out loud.
She runs to the street and she screams:

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 then you give.

So take a step back and see the little people they may 
be young.
But they're the ones who make the big people big.
So listen as she whisper what about me?