Misplaced
Misplaced
I look around
I am out of place
I don’t belong here
Yet I recognize your face.
It felt wrong
To be there tonight
I don’t know why
But I wanted to fight.
Out of place
I wanted to cry
I couldn’t understand
Things as they went by.
Was it wrong?
Was I misplaced?
Or maybe it’s because
They are all just two-faced.
