Broken

Shooting Rubberbands

I'm shooting rubberbands at the stars.

Instead it lands on an oncoming car.

The people inside look at me as if I'm from Mars.

I'm so torn up, I don't know what to do.

I'm shooting rubberbands at this great big tree.

Instead it lands on some people I see.

I wave them over for want of company.

They back away while staring at me.

I guess I am a sight to see.

But I'm so torn up, I don't know what to do.

I'm shooting rubberbands at a sign.

My head and reality don't seem to align.

On the outside I look fine,

But I'm so torn up, I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.