I never really did quite belong

I felt like I was just always being dragged along

Every word I spoke was white noise like a fan while you sleep

I never really did make a peep

My head hung low

Lost in thought

Looking beaten and bruised as if I'd just fought

Well in some way I did and still do

I'm sure lots of you do too

The voice gets louder and the devil's get stronger fueled by my own thoughts

I only go outside when rain falls from the sky

it makes my tears not so clear

I guess Im still in fear of being a

Misfit