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 am complaining 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... (copyright 2005 )