I keep looking for a place to fit in, where I can speak my mind,
And I've been trying hard to find the people that I won't leave behind.
They say I got brains, but they ain't doing me no good,
I wish they could.
Each time things start to happen again, I think I got something good going for myself,
But what goes wrong?
Sometimes I feel very sad,
Sometimes I feel very sad,
Sometimes I feel very sad.
I guess I just wasn't made for these times.
Every time I get the inspiration to go change things around, no one wants to help me look for places where new things might be found.
Where can I turn when my fair-weather friends cop out?
What's it all about?
Each time things start to happen again, I think I got something good going for myself,
But what goes wrong?
Sometimes I feel very sad,
Sometimes I feel very sad,
Sometimes I feel very sad.
I guess I just wasn't made for these times.
I guess I just wasn't made for these times,
I guess I just wasn't made for these times,
I guess I just wasn't made for these times,
I guess I just wasn't made for these times.
