Why do people make fun of me?
Why do they stare?
Why do they look at me like I've got bugs in my hair?
Why do they look at me in disgust, and shoot whispers behind my back?
I know I'm not perfect, but neither are you;
Treat me the same as you'd like me to treat you.
Why do they stare?
Why do they look at me like I've got bugs in my hair?
Why do they look at me in disgust, and shoot whispers behind my back?
I know I'm not perfect, but neither are you;
Treat me the same as you'd like me to treat you.
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