Front Porch Step - 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,
and hoping that the bus won’t miss me when it comes my way.
Well I made a view jokes but they said they weren’t funny
and I tried to force a smile, but they said it was ugly,
and I tried to make a friend, but no one was a friend to me.
I poured my heart to a girl and it went on the floor
and I asked what she wanted and she said she wanted more.
I tried to find a lover, all I got was an enemy.
I stand in front of the mirror and look at my self.
I don’t make a sound, but my eyes scream out help
and I start to struggle to hold my self 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 their full of broken promises that only piss me off.
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.