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
Another long one sorry about that