The Misfits

Do you talk to yourself in the night
Or just watch yourself, a hopeless sight
And when you watch the yellow light, hanging
You see yourself, your soul instead

Then you are just like me
One of the few,
God’s mistakes on earth
Misfits of the world
Now and through

And when alone, that you always are
Do you want a ghost beside, to talk
You, who checked under the bed every night
Now want a ghost to stalk

Keeping a blade under your pillow
Wishing you or someone cut you down
But a few faces flash by
Sleep evades, you drown

Just like me, we are not bad
Weird, not disloyal, we are sad
Misfit for the world and that is true
Life wont be fair,
Now and through

Leaving friends and foes, just like that
Just like that, in their eyes I know
We know why it happens, only us
Still taking on our faces, every blow

Choosing to hide
Get laughed at and shunned
Life is not fun, not for us
Better to be gunned

Crybabies we are not, neither cowards nor mad
Far away from mean we are
Never want to hurt you friends
Justifications we have none
Just misfits, waiting to sleep
When all this ends.