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 of lies and all that shit I'm too alone to condone my sorrow You're doing fine thinking about tomorrow Whilst all that I can think about is this (1, 2, 3, 4) How lonely life is for a misfit Sitting on his own with a biscuit or two No people to tour 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 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 How lonely life is for a misfit Sitting on his own with a biscuit (Or two o maybe three) No people to tour with no message to send Maybe soon he'll make a friend So he doesn't have to pretend Pretend, pretend, pretend 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 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