They smile at me
They say hi
They try to small talk
I can tell
That it isn\'t genuine
Of course, my thoughts run around
They don\'t like me
They never did
They never will
They put on a face
But behind it I see pity
They feel bad for me
Yet don\'t see me as a person
They feel sorry for the things I am
But don\'t want to try to know me
They just feel bad for me.