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