When I was down and depressed, I thought you would 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 '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 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 when my life has got to this

I'm taking the piss and blocking out

your love (Blocking all 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 (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)

Da-da-da-da-da-da-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

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)