Perfectionist

When I was six I slipped on my way into dance class
I cried and I cried and doc gave me a pink cast
But the pain I felt wasn't pain, it was only guilt
When I was thirteen girls were mean
And left me on the outside
Not fun but on Monday I'd get their books so they'd find me
Here to please
Just wanted to be seen

I've danced on broken toes and didn't say a word
They'll never know
Be a perfectionist, just nothing less than this
I'm stuck this way

I knew I was sick but I did it
Decided to drink at the party, I'm sorry
I've ruined the night but you say I don't
I still think it's better if I go home
When I was in school I'd assume I was wasting myself away
Bound to get out and grasping for one day when it's my turn
I forgot the whole point was to learn

I've danced on broken toes and didn't say a word
They'll never know
Be a perfectionist, just nothing less than this
I'm stuck this way
I've sung all the wrong notes
But I laugh along so the pain doesn't show
If I don't deserve it then I haven't earned it
Will I catch a break?

When I was six I slipped on my way into dance class
I cried and I cried and doc gave me a pink cast
My dad was there
That was the one time I wasn't scared
Maybe I think if I force the fun and act real tough
No one will leave and finally I'll be enough
If I'm stuck this way can I at least catch a break?

(Can I please catch a fucking break? My god...)