Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Island of the Misfit Boy, artist - Front Porch Step. Album song Aware, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 11.11.2013
Record label: Pure Noise
Song language: English
Island of the Misfit Boy |
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 but 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 hole 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. |
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. |