And you're just a little bit broken

Uncoordinated feet lead to falling down stairs,
scraping your knees, chuckles fall in two ears.
And you're just a little bit broken.

Don't wear the right clothes, never have,
words whispered behind your back, always are.

Can't bring yourself to be just like everybody else,
Everybody else can't bring themselfs to accept that, accept you.
And you're just a little bit broken.

New school, new classes, new faces.
Same old problems.

Jokes and dirty looks hurled at your face,
Spit balls and lies at your back.
And you're just a little bit broken.

Parents shake their heads and eyebrows pull together, worry,
Shrinks shake their heads and scratch pen to paper, words.
And you're just a little bit broken.

Words cut and sink so deep, and still you are meaningless,
Hurled spit balls morph in mid air into concreate rocks, but contact is feelingless.
And you're just a little bit broken...

...A little bit different...
...A little bit out of place...
...A little bit broken...

And you're just.