Do you know what it’s like?
To walk a mile in these shoes
To face a crowd
To be judged, persecuted
When you’ve done nothing wrong?
Walking on eggshells around all these happy people,
I find myself wishing
If only for a moment, that I could
Trade places with the popular girl
Walk a mile in her shoes
See what she’s had to live through
Then I tell myself to stop dreaming.
Heaven knows I’m not that girl.

