Misfits
Here we are a bunch of misfits floating on a raft
In an endless sea from a shady past
No wind to blow the sail I see
The dust on my desk is getting deep
Sometimes it all just gets to me
And I no longer sleep
Where is the spark in this endless sea
I can’t find it like it can’t be found
My fingers struggle just to make a sound
No one would notice if I fell off and drowned
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