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Why do I have to be me?
Why can’t they just let me be?
Why do I have to do
Things I don’t want to do?
Why do I have to be me?

Each morning I lie in my bed
Silvery dreams in my head –
I live in affine fairy castle of stone
All of my own
With no one to moan.
But the voice shouts: “Get up!”
And it isn’t a dream
“Hurry up – You’re late for school – And wash your face – And brush your teeth – And are your fingers clean”
And it goes o and on till I’m ready to scream:
“Oh, why do I have to be me?”

Why do I have to eat greens –
Spinach and cabbage and beans?
I don’t mind potatoes,
I’ll even have meat,
But I’d much rather eat
Ice-cream and sweets.
They say greens are good for me –
May be they’re right
But sometimes I think
That they do it for spite,
Have you ever seen them eating things they don’t like?
Oh, why do I have to be me?

Why can’t I play my own games?
Somebody always complains.
Whenever I’m playing at monsters or bears
Jumping off chairs, falling downstairs,
It’s – “Don’t be so noisy or go out and play,
Or look at a book if you’re going to stay.
But the trouble is that they always get on my way –
Oh, why do I have to be me?”