They tell me I got it all wrong,
They tell me the life is not what it seems.
I feel like I just don't belong
Not in reality, not in dreams.
I feel like a misfit, I feel like I'm lost.
I'm not like you want me, I'm not like the most.
I feel like i'm searching for something that lasts,
But all that is there for me are shades of the past.
I don't have a place to call home.
I'm a wandering loner, a face in the crowd.
All roads are apparently leading to Rome,
Mine just keeps spiraling round and round...
I feel like a misfit, I feel like I'm lost.
I'm not like you want me, I'm not like the most.
I feel like i'm searching for something that lasts,
But all that is there for me are shades of the past.
Misfit
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