I'm kinda down about it
I'm kinda sick about this feeling
Talking brings it up
And I'm kinda short on feelings
And I kinda got the feeling that I'm losing everyone
Could this be all? Could it linger any more?
What an endless fall; there's no use to call it off.
So I'm rolling down the stairwell
And I'm giving in; these thoughts sound angry
Talking brings it up
So now I'm down about it
I'm kinda sick about this feeling
Drinking brings it up
And I don't even know why I shouted out
I'm the one who's being left out--
Again.
I'm kinda down about it
I'm kinda sick about this feeling
Talking brings it up
Could this be all? Could it linger any more?
In an endless fall, there's no use to call it off
And I don't even know why I try it at all
I'm the one who's being left out
Yeah, I don't even know why I try it at all
I'm the one who's being left out
I'm the one who's living with it all.
