Do you think I can't hear you laugh, as you pass me on the street? Don't you think it hurts me, to know you have me beat? I may be a little different than you, on the outside, that is all, but still I hear you snigger, and the names you need to call. I hope it makes you feel good, to think you are better than me, even though, inside, we are the same, a heart like mine you'll never see.