Lyrics Don’t Laugh At Me - Live From Balad, Iraq - Mark Wills

I'm a little boy with glasses
The one they call a geek
A little girl that never smiles
Cuz' 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
That'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
Cuz' 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 passed me on the street
I wouldn't be out here beggin, if I had enough to eat
Don't think 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,
Hell, aren't we all?
So 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