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" 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)