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