Lyrics:

Feeling like a loser,
Feeling like a bum.
Sitting on the outside,
Observing the fun.

Don't get on my bad side,
I can work a gun.
Hop into the backseat baby,
I'll show you some fun.

These people are weird in here,
And they're giving me the fear,
Just because you know my name,
Doesn't mean you know my game.
I look myself in the face,
And whisper "I'm in the wrong place".
Is there more to lose than gain,
If I go on my own again? (On my own again).

Inside the outsider, (on my own again),
Inside the outsider, (on my own again),
Inside the outsider, (on my own again),
Inside...

People are connecting,
Don't know what to say.
I'm good at protecting,
What they want to take.

Spilt the milk at breakfast,
Hit me double hard.
And I grinned at you softly,
Because I'm a fucking wild card.

These people are weird in here,
And they're giving me the fear,
Just because you know my name,
Doesn't mean you know my game.

I look myself in the face,
And whisper "I'm in the wrong place".
Is there more to lose than gain,
If I go on my own again? (On my own again).

Inside the outsider, (on my own again),
Inside the outsider, (on my own again),
Inside the outsider, (on my own again),
Inside (again, again).

All I know is I cannot pretend,
So I'm sitting on the outside again.

(On my own again)

Inside the outsider, (on my own again),
Inside the outsider, (on my own again),
Inside the outsider, (on my own again),
Inside (again)

(On my own again)

Inside the outsider, (on my own again),
Inside the outsider, (on my own again),
Inside the outsider, (on my own again),

Inside, (again),
Inside, (again),
Inside, (again),
Inside, (again),
Inside, (again),
Inside, (again).