Some things aren’t how they seem
Some things aren’t how you think
Some things aren’t so much easy
Some things have a worst stink

What’s always wrong with me?
Something that I cannot see
Maybe is the brat that I am
Or just my retardation stamp

Always let on the back
Always been rejected
Always been left out on cold
Always it seems so unfold

What’s always wrong with me?
Something that I cannot see
Maybe is the brat that I am
Or just my retardation stamp

Ready to be smashed by a compressor roll
Ready to be crushed by the crowd
Ready to be beat by a baseball bat
Ready for everything, but after my nap