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.