Island Of The Misfit Boy Ukulele Teclado

	  
C 
I love to sleep cause I pretend that I'm dead, 
E 
But I hate waking up cause it's hard to forget, 
Am                                                 F       G 
That I've lost all control of this life I've held so dear. 
     C 
And I wait for the bus but I'm not on the bench, 
        E 
I'm just spread across the ground making friends with cement, 
     Am                                          F     G 
And I hope the bus won't miss me when it comes my way. 
       C 
Well I made a few jokes but they said they weren't funny, 
  E 
I tried to force a smile but they said it was ugly, 
 Am                                                 F 
I tried to make a friend but no one was a friend to me. 
          C 
Poured my heart to a girl and it went on the floor, 
  E 
I asked her what she wanted and she said she wanted more, 
  Am                                             F 
I tried to find a lover, all I found was an enemy. 
  
  
           C 
I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself, 
  E 
I don't make a sound by my eyes scream out help, 
    Am 
And I start to struggle to hold myself back, 
     F 
From thrusting my head straight through the xxxxing glass. 
       C 
And I'm tired of falling for girls that don't care, 
    E 
And breaking my back to try to make them aware, 
       Am 
That I'm more than depressed, and there time won't be wasted, 
    F                             G 
But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with. 
  
Interlude: C E Am F G 
  
        C 
Now I'm lost in this hole and I'm sure I am stuck, 
      E 
And I can't run away cause I'm lazy as xxxx. 
     Am 
So I sit on the floor and gather my thoughts, 
            F 
And they're full of broken promises that only piss me off. 
     C 
Well I lost control when I only a boy, 
    E 
The world taught me angst when I deserved joy. 
    Am 
Now I'm breaking down as I struggle to breath, 
        F                                     G 
Cause I believe in a god who won't believe in me. 
  
Interlude: C E Am F G 
  
           C 
I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself, 
  E 
I don't make a sound by my eyes scream out help, 
    Am 
And I start to struggle to hold myself back, 
     F 
From thrusting my head straight through the xxxxing glass. 
       C 
And I'm tired of falling for girls that don't care, 
    E 
And breaking my back to try to make them aware, 
       Am 
That I'm more than depressed, and there time won't be wasted, 
    F                             G                       G 
But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.