It's a shame I've gotta start out like this whining boy
But I feel a little sick and numb these days
Whatever wind I had there blowing my main sail
Would seem to me has shifted

I must say on me this grated
Every time I get frustrated
Had to kick this mood I hated

I'm thinking maybe now I better understand
A couple of my friends that get this way
What a bummer of a ride this downward spiral is
To fall into your sleep dreading each next day

I must say on me this grated
Every time I tried I'd get frustrated
Had to kick this mood I hated
All along that voice kept saying
Try a little harder
Don't deflate yet