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" lies and all that shit
I'm too alone to condone my sorrow
You're doing fine thinking 'bout tomorrow
Whilst all that I can think about is this, yeah
(One, two, three, four)
How lonely life is for the misfit (how lonely life is for the misfit)
Sitting on his own with a biscuit or two
No people to talk 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 (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 (yeah)
How lonely life is for the misfit (how lonely life is for the misfit)
Sitting on his own with a biscuit or two (or maybe three)
No people to talk to (no message to send, yeah)
Maybe soon he'll make a friend so he doesn't have to pretend
(Pretend, pretend, pretend, pretend)
Pretend
(Pretend, pretend, pretend)
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
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 (no)
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)
