Everytime I Turn Around

Wait, I don’t want to put you down
but how come it seems like there’s something wrong every time I turn around?
The rare ability that you have shared,
how you decide who is cool from the fools by the smallest degree
What have you said about me?
And though I’m not usually held back by pride,
who wants to feel like the last one left whenever you start choosing sides?
Say, I don’t want to pull you down
but how come it seems like there’s something wrong every time I turn around?
Every time I turn around