Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Mark Wills
Voz principal
Brent Mason
Guitarra
Eddie Bayers
Batería
Glenn Worf
Bajo
John Willis
Guitarra
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Steve Seskin
Autoría
Allen Shamblin
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Carson Chamberlain
Producción
John Kelton
Ingeniería de mezcla
Paula Montondo
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
I'm a little boy with glasses
The one they call the geek
A little girl who never smiles
'Cause I've got braces on my teeth
And I know how it feels
To cry myself to sleep
I'm that kid on every playground
Who's always chosen last
A single teenage mother
Tryin' 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
In God's eyes, we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm the cripple on the corner
You pass me on the street
I wouldn't be out here beggin'
If I had enough to eat
And don't think that I don't notice
That our eyes never meet
I lost my wife and little boy
Someone crossed that yellow line
The day we laid 'em in the ground
Is the day I lost my mind
Right now I'm down to holdin'
This little cardboard sign
Don't laugh at me, don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes, we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm fat, I'm thin, I'm short, I'm tall
I'm deaf, I'm blind, hey, aren't we all?
Don't laugh at me, don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes, we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
Written by: Mark Wills, Steve Seskin

