Mind of a Misfit

This is the mind of a misfit
Growing up on the wrong side of town
My life has been
Beaten and abused
Where do I go from here

I just want answers as to why
I'm so depressed
Until then
I cannot go on

Growing up beaten and abused
It's hard from time to time
To tell if you're being used
You feel like people who love you
Don't really want to
And it fucks with you mentally
And destroys spiritually

You have to sit and hide in your disguise
People think you're okay
But you really want to die
And you really want to cry

The mind of a misfit
Remains a mystery

Then they ask where were the symptoms
When you finally die
From your own hand
Nobody had their arms open
And it's hopeless
People need to look out for each other

Then they ask where were the symptoms
The mind of a misfit remains a mystery

Because you never really know
What's been bothering them
And they can feel so alone
Even though they come
From an amazing home
And they've been fucked over so much
That they hate being sober
Two bottles to the dome
Just to feel okay in your own home
Depression isn't a disease
That destroys to the bone
It starts off slowly
And it gains and it gains
Until one day it puts a bullet in your brain
It's okay to feel alone

Why the fuck
Does this always happen to me
I did not deserve
Any of this pain
But instead
People label me as a misfit

The mind of a misfit
Remains a mystery
No one will ever know
What lies inside their heads
I'm tired of being told to grow up
When I don't know love

They ask where were the symptoms
When you finally fucking die