Out of Place, Part 2

Sometimes the colors
just sound a little too loud,
sometimes I’m anxious
just here in the crowd.

Sometimes is all times
’cause it’s all the time, you see,
sometimes my thoughts
move too quickly for me.

Sometimes I’m scared with no real reason why,
sometimes I just want to break down and cry,
sometimes you can’t tell
from the look on my face.
Sometimes I feel like I’m out of place.