If you want to talk about this, meet me under a pile of comic books where your secret identity's intact and the walls are soundproof
I don't know what you're ashamed of
If I were you, the world would know my name
So what if your giff makes you strange? You don't understand
At least you're gifted
Strange is all I am
And it would scare you to know (I never would say) what I'd give to steal your stigma away
Pull of a seat in the sidekick's lounge and take it from your guide: I've been stared at since I learned to speak and I'm still alive
If you're scared of what people see, I don't suggest that you be seen with me
I promise, your name will be changed
I won't show my hand
They'll call me a liar and I am
I've been lying for you, saving your face, keeping the world a charmless place where we don't belong.