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Island Of The Misfit Boy Lyrics - Aware - Front Porch Step

I love to sleep 'cause I pretend that I'm dead 

but I hate waking up 'cause it's hard to forget 

that I've lost all control of this life that I've held so dear. 

 

And I wait for the bus 

but I'm not on the bench 

I'm just spread across the ground 

making friends with cement 

hoping that the bus won't miss me 

when it comes my way. 

 

Well I made a few jokes 

but they said they weren't funny. 

I tried to force a smile 

but they said it was ugly. 

I tried to make a friend. 

No one was a friend to me. 

 

Poured my heart to a girl 

and it went on the floor 

and I asked her what she wanted 

and she said she wanted more. 

I tried to find a lover 

all I found was an enemy. 

 

Well I stand in front of the mirror 

and look at myself 

and I don't make a sound 

but my eyes scream out "help." 

And I start to struggle 

to hold myself back 

from thrusting my head 

straight through the fucking glass. 

 

And I'm tired of falling 

for girls that don't care 

and breaking my back 

to try to make them aware 

that I'm more than depressed 

and their time won't be wasted. 

But I am just a broken boy 

that no one wants to play with. 

 

Now I'm lost in this hall 

and I'm sure I am stuck 

and I can't run away 

'cause I'm lazy as fuck. 

So I sit on the floor 

as I gather my thoughts 

and they're full of broken promises 

that only piss me off. 

 

Well I lost control 

when I was only a boy. 

The world taught me angst 

when I deserved joy. 

Now I'm breaking down 

as I struggle to breathe 

'cause I believe in a god 

who won't believe in me. 

 

I stand in front of the mirror 

and look at myself 

and I don't make a sound 

but my eyes scream out "help." 

And I start to struggle 

to hold myself back 

from thrusting my head 

straight through the fucking glass. 

 

And I'm tired of falling 

for girls that don't care 

and breaking my back 

to try to make them aware 

that I'm more than depressed 

and their time won't be wasted. 

But I am just a broken boy 

that no one wants to play with. 

Are you remember?


Detour

Artist: Duane Eddy


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Artist: Fair Sex