Besedila: Holloways. Malcontented One.

When I was one, my papa dropped me on my head
And some damage was done
Around the bend and out of my tree
Not how I was meant to be

I don't know where went all my sense
I get lost sitting on the fence

I am the malcontented one
I don't fit in, I never have done
No, I never have done

Second verse, second verse
Already lost for words
Not complicated I'm just so frustrated
I got so little to say

I don't know where, where I'm from
They say I'm British, I don't know where I belong

I am the malcontented one
I don't fit in, I never have done

I am a disappearing boy
(I am a disappearing boy)
I'll look back [Incomprehensible] I'm paranoid

Third verse, still lost for words
I don't know what to do
Oh my friend, I'm not in the groove
Not on the same level as you

I felt so lost for far too long
And I'm past caring for how to get along

I am the malcontented one
I don't fit in, I never have done
No I never have done

(I am a disappearing boy)
No, I never have done
I never, never, never have done
(I am a disappearing boy)
No I never have done