I'm a little boy with glasses, the one they call a geek;
a little girl who never smiles
'cause i've got braces on my teeth. And I know what
it's like to cry myself to sleep.
I'm that kid on every playground, who's always chosen last;
a single teenage mother trying to overcome my
past. You don't have to be my friend.
Is it too much to ask?
Don't laugh at me, don't call me names.
Don't get your pleasure from my pain.