Island Of The Misfit Boy

C
I love to sleep, cause I pretend that I'm dead,
E
But I hate waking up cause it's hard to forget,
Am                                                      F       G
That I've lost all control of this life that I've held so dear.
     C
And I wait for the bus but I'm not on the bench,
        E
I'm just spread across the ground making friends with cement,
     Am                                          F     G
Hoping that the bus won't miss me when it comes my way.
        Am
Well, I made a few jokes but they said they weren't funny,
  F
I tried to force a smile, but they said it was ugly,
 C                                                 G
I tried to make a friend but no one was a friend to me.
          Am
Poured my heart to a girl and it went on the floor,
    F
And I asked her what she wanted and she said she wanted more,
  C                                             G
I tried to find a lover, all I found was an enemy.

                 C
Well, I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself,
      E
And I don't make a sound but my eyes scream out help,
    Am
And I start to struggle to hold myself back,
     F                            G
From thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass.
       C
And I'm tired of falling for girls that don't care,
    E
And breaking my back to try to make them aware,
       Am
That I'm more than depressed, and their time won't be wasted,
    F                             G
But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.

        Am
Now I'm lost in this hole and I'm sure I am stuck,
      F
And I can't run away cause I'm lazy as fuck.
     C
So I sit on the floor as I gather my thoughts,
            G
And they're full of broken promises that only piss me off.
      Am
Well, I lost control when I was only a boy,
    F
The world taught me angst when I deserved joy.
    C
Now I'm breaking down as I struggle to breathe,
        G                                     C
Cause I believe in a god who won't believe in me.

           C
I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself,
      E
And I don't make a sound but my eyes scream out help,
    Am
And I start to struggle to hold myself back,
     F                             G
From thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass.
       C
And I'm tired of falling for girls that don't care,
    E
And breaking my back to try to make them aware,
       Am
That I'm more than depressed, and their time won't be wasted,
    F                             G                          C
But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.

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