"Short End Of The Stick"
Seems like, I’ll always get picked last
Really while, they needed someone fast
Seems like, I’m rejected
Really while, I’m the most connected
I can only wonder why they do
Do this to, people like me
To see how I react in this position?
(Do they think that) I don’t know what I’m missin’?
Let me tell you - I don’t care
Let me tell you - I can’t bear
Contradiction, maybe, but:
Being laughed at
Being mistaken for
The new kid in the back
Oh and this shameless feeling
To give a bit won’t fix anything
Turns out that I always get
The short end of the stick
Not the physical type
More the indoor boy
I don’t think of what
I’m supposed to be like, it’s my choice
Can’t I make it up as I go along?
Lovin’ it how everything I do is wrong
I’m not like you, not like them
Then again, not like anyone
Me, I’m real
I like the way I feel
About myself
I really am something else
