| D | |
| Iâm a little boy with glass the one they call the geek |
| Bm | |
| A little g | irl who never smiles, cause Iâve got braces on my teeth |
| G | D/F# | Em | A | |
| And I | know how i | t feels t | o cry myself to sl | eep |
| D | |
| Iâm that kid on every play ground whoâs always chosen last |
| Bm | |
| A single teenage mother trying to over come my past |
| G | D/F# | Em | A | |
| You donât have t | o be my | friend, bu | t is it to much to ask |
| Chorus: |
| D | Bm | |
| Donât laugh at me, don | ât call me names |
| G | A | |
| Donât get your pleasure | from my pain |
| D | Bm | |
| In Godâs eyes we | âre all the same |
| G | A | |
| Someday weâll a | ll have perfect wings |
| D | |
| Donât laugh at me |
| D | |
| Iâm the cripple on the corner, youâve passed me on the street |
| Bm | |
| And I wouldnât be out here begging, if I had enough to eat |
| G | D/F# | Em | A | |
| And donât | think I don | ât notice | that our eyes never meet |
| D | |
| I lost my wife and little boy someone crossed that yellow line |
| Bm | |
| The day we laid them in the ground is the day I lost my mind |
| G | D/F# | Em | A | |
| And right | now Iâm down to | holding th | is little card board sign |
| Repeat chorus: |
| G | D | Em | A | |
| Iâm fa | t, Iâm thi | n, Iâm short | , Iâm tall |
| G | D | |
| Iâm dea | f, Iâm blin | d |
| Em | A | |
| Hey arenâ | t we all |
| Repeat chorus: |