Songwriters: Mathers, Marshall;Lately I've been hard to reach  I've been too long on my own  Everybody has their private world  Where they can be alone    Are you calling me?  Are you trying to get through?  Are you reaching out for me?  I'm reaching out for you    I'm just so fucking depressed  I just can't seem to get out this slump  If I could just get over this hump  But I need something to pull me out this dump    I took my bruises, took my lumps  Fell down and I got right back up  But I need that spark to get psyched back up  And in order for me to pick the mic back up    I don't know how or why or when  I ended up this position I'm in  I'm starting to feel dissin' again  So I decided just to pick this pen    Up and try to make an attempt to vent  But I just can't admit  Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap  I need a new outlet    And I know some shit's so hard to swallow  But I can't just sit back and wallow  In my own sorrow but I know one fact  I'll be one tough act to follow    One tough act to follow  I'll be one tough act to follow  Here today, gone tomorrow  But you'd have to walk a thousand miles    In my shoes, just to see  What it's like, to be me  I'll be you, let's trade shoes  Just to see what it'd be like    To feel your pain, you feel mine  Go inside each others' minds  Just to see what we'd find  Look at shit through each others' eyes    Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful  They can all get fucked, just stay true to you  So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful  They can all get fucked, just stay true to you    I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor  Everything's so tense and gloom  I almost feel like I gotta check  The temperature of the room    Just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me  And so I try to avoid any eye contact  'Cause if I do that then it opens the door  For conversation, like I want that    I'm not looking for extra attention  I just wanna be just like you  Blend in with the rest of the room  Maybe just point me to the closest restroom    I don't need no fucking man servant  Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass  Laugh at every single joke I crack  And half of 'em ain't even funny like    Ha! Marshall you're so funny man  You should be a comedian, god damn!"  Unfortunately I am  I just hide behind the tears of a clown    So why don't you all sit down  Listen to the tale I'm about to tell  Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes  And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles    In my shoes, just to see  What it's like, to be me  I'll be you, let's trade shoes  Just to see what it'd be like    To feel your pain, you feel mine  Go inside each others minds  Just to see what we'd find  Look at shit through each others eyes    Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful  They can all get fucked, just stay true to you  So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful  They can all get fucked, just stay true to you    Nobody asked for life to deal us  With these bullshit hands we're dealt  We gotta take these cards ourselves  And flip 'em, don't expect no help    Now I could've either just sat on my ass  And pissed and moaned  Or take this situation in which I'm placed in  And get up and get my own    I was never the type of kid  To wait by the door and pack his bags  I sat on the porch and hoped and prayed  For a dad to show up who never did    I just wanted to fit in  Every single place, every school I went  I dreamed of being that cool kid  Even if it meant acting stupid    And Edna always told me  Keep making that face and it'll get stuck like that  Meanwhile I'm just standing there  Holding my tongue tryna talk like that    'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole  At 8 years old  I learned my lesson then  'Cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more    But I already told you my whole life story  Not just based on my description  'Cause where you see it, from where you're sittin  It's probably 110% different    I guess we would have to walk a mile  In each others shoes at least  What size you wear? I wear 10's  Let's see if you can fit your feet    In my shoes, just to see  What it's like, to be me  I'll be you, let's trade shoes  Just to see what it'd be like    To feel your pain, you feel mine  Go inside each others minds  Just to see what we'd find  Look at shit through each others eyes    Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful  They can all get fucked just stay true to you  So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful  They can all get fucked just stay true to you    So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful  They can all get fucked just stay true to you  So    Lately I've been hard to reach  I've been too long on my own  Everybody has their private world  Where they can be alone    Are you calling me?  Are you trying to get through?  Are you reaching out for me?  I'm reaching out for you    Yeah, to my babies  Stay strong, daddy will be home soon    And to the rest of the world  God gave you shoes to fit you  So put 'em on and wear 'em  Be yourself man, be proud of who you are  Even if it sounds corny  Don't ever let anyone tell you you ain't beautiful        these lyrics are submitted by Matthew Colledge And Jess Stoddart  these lyrics are last corrected by Camilla Kampenes