Day by day, they make their way
Touching things that say, "Do, do not touch"
People that I meet seem to think I am strong
So they don't know I'm weak and often wrong
They don't see inside of me
There are many girls who have much less than me
And they find more in life than I can see
Tell me when will I learn to resist, wanting things
Tell me, why must I keep, wanting things
