I'm short, I'm tall
I'm skinny, I'm fat
Complain about this and that
But that crippled boy who's only nine
Would wish he had legs like mine
I'm ugly, I'm shy , I'm young, I'm old
Complaints which put you in a sad mode
But that blind girl who bumps into doors
Would wish she had eyes like yours
I'm slow, I'm daft, and so not clever, I wish things would get better
But that poor boy, who's six feet under
Would wish he were alive
Can't sing, Can't dance
So rubbish at sports, I wish I would just die
The eyes of death are piercing like swords
Have a rethink and swallow your words.
