Island of the Misfit Boy

I love to sleep 'cause I pretend that I'm dead

but I hate waking up 'cause it's hard to forget

that I've lost all control of this life that I've held so dear.

And I wait for the bus

but I'm not on the bench

I'm just spread across the ground

making friends with cement

hoping that the bus won't miss me

when it comes my way.

Well I made a few jokes

but they said they weren't funny.

I tried to force a smile

but they said it was ugly.

I tried to make a friend.

No one was a friend to me.

Poured my heart to a girl

and it went on the floor

and I asked her what she wanted

and she said she wanted more.

I tried to find a lover

all I found was an enemy.

Well I stand in front of the mirror

and look at myself

and I don't make a sound

but my eyes scream out "help."

And I start to struggle

to hold myself back

from thrusting my head

straight through the ******* glass.

And I'm tired of falling

for girls that don't care

and breaking my back

to try to make them aware

that I'm more than depressed

and their time won't be wasted.

But I am just a broken boy

that no one wants to play with.

Now I'm lost in this hall

and I'm sure I am stuck

and I can't run away

'cause I'm lazy as ****.

So I sit on the floor

as I gather my thoughts

and they're full of broken promises

that only piss me off.

Well I lost control

when I was only a boy.

The world taught me angst

when I deserved joy.

Now I'm breaking down

as I struggle to breathe

'cause I believe in a god

who won't believe in me.

I stand in front of the mirror

and look at myself

and I don't make a sound

but my eyes scream out "help."

And I start to struggle

to hold myself back

from thrusting my head

straight through the ******* glass.

And I'm tired of falling

for girls that don't care

and breaking my back

to try to make them aware

that I'm more than depressed

and their time won't be wasted.

But I am just a broken boy

that no one wants to play with.