Wasia Project - Misfit Biscuit

When I was down and depressed
I thought you'd be there
I thought that you would care
And lend a hug or maybe two

But you never listen or notice
My angry little anxious eyes
I'm tired of lies and all that shit

I'm too alone to condone my sorrow
You're doing fine thinking about tomorrow
Whilst all that I can think about is this

(1, 2, 3, 4)
How lonely life is for a misfit
Sitting on his own with a biscuit or two
No people to tour with no message to send

Maybe soon he'll make a friend
So he doesn't have to pretend

Maybe it's me that deduces
What my life has got to this
I'm taking the piss and blocking out your love

Or maybe I'm boring
You're snoring at all my silly quirks
My fancy shirts and all that stuff

My fucking brain is insane and lonely
To trust and confide with a friend if only
But all that I can think about is this

How lonely life is for a misfit
Sitting on his own with a biscuit
(Or two o maybe three)
No people to tour with no message to send

Maybe soon he'll make a friend
So he doesn't have to pretend
Pretend, pretend, pretend

Maybe soon he'll make a friend
So he doesn't have to pretend

Now one day I will wake up from these dreams
And find that life is never as it seems

One day I will find them
One day they will care
And sit me down
And be my friend so I do not have to pretend anymore, anymore