I'm a little boy with glasses, the one they call a geeka little girl who never smiles cuz I got braces on my teeth

and I know how it feels to cry myself to sleep

I am that kid on every playground, whose always chosen lastI am that kid on every playground, whose always chosen lasta single teenage mother trying to overcome her pasta single teenage mother trying to overcome her pastYou don't have to be my friend if it's too much to askYou don't have to be my friend if it's too much to ask

  

In God's eyes we're all the sameIn God's eyes we're all the samesome day we'll all have perfect Wingssome day we'll all have perfect WingsDon't laugh at meDon't laugh at me

  

Don't laugh at me, Don't laugh at me, don't call me namesdon't call me names

Don't get your Don't get your pleasure from my painpleasure from my pain

  

I lost my wife and little boy when I lost my wife and little boy when someone crossed that yellow linesomeone crossed that yellow line

The day we layed'em in the ground The day we layed'em in the ground was the day I lost my mindwas the day I lost my mind

Right now I'm down to holding this Right now I'm down to holding this little cardboard signlittle cardboard sign

  

I'm a cripple on the cornerI'm a cripple on the cornerYou pass me on the streetYou pass me on the street

I wouldn't be out here begging if I had enough to eatI wouldn't be out here begging if I had enough to eatand don't think I don't notice that our eyes never meetand don't think I don't notice that our eyes never meet

  

In God's eyes we're all In God's eyes we're all the samethe same

Someday we'll all have Someday we'll all have perfect wingsperfect wings

Don't laugh at meDon't laugh at me

Don't laugh at me, Don't call me namesDon't laugh at me, Don't call me namesDon't get your pleasure from my painDon't get your pleasure from my pain