If you are crying, fight against it! If you’re regretting, walk forward! Only complaining on your misfortune, you’re nothing but a common pig!
— More. But I'm tougher, and I complain less.
— Not when you give birth — and you do that a lot.
I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the "White Star" about all of this.
You seem to find the dark when everything is bright.
You look for all that's wrong instead of all that's right.
Does it feel good to you to rain on my parade?
You never say a word unless it's to complain.
It's driving me insane...
If I were you, holding the world right in my hands,
The first thing I'd do is thank the stars for all that I have.
If I were you