I’m Sorry I’m Not Perfect

By Tyrell Pavelec   January 16, 2004

Stand up straight people yell
I want to tell them to go to hell
There are days that I run into you in the hall
I try and stay close to the wall

But sometimes I can’t help but fall
These floors are not the softest and can even make me ball

 Live a day in my shoes
You’ll be accused of drinking booze
So many of you have been blessed with talent it could ooze
And it really makes me mad to see you take a chance and lose
I’ve been chosen because you probably couldn’t handle it
It’s a whole bunch of nonsense and bullshit. 

We’re all going to die someday
So I’ll eat hay
I’ll make things out of clay
And lay by the bay
I just may
What do you say?

 Actually, I’m going to be a part of finding a cure
And when I do die, my heart will be pure.

 People that make fun of me may not fair so well
Because they are going to go to hell

 Getting Friedreich’s Ataxia is a 1 in 50,000 chance
I’ll just hang out and watch you dance

 Unfortunately, I was a chosen one
The world will be a better place after I am done

 It’s not always easy to stay positive
Finding a cure will help me to live

 I hate it when
Fat people make fun of me – and they can lose weight
I’m stuck with this crap forever

 Saying HI to me in the hall
Doesn’t cost you anything at all
It makes me feel so happy that I want to ball
So always say HI to all
Or pick up the phone and give me a call