Misfit

I don’t fit in, I don’t fit in

Wits and wounds

Came with the part

You can’t get recasted 

 

It’s alright

It made me weak; it made me strong

The doubt made me go roundabout

With no way out

 

For sure, there’s no cure

I come from neither here nor there

But I am not so far out 

To get through the blur

 

The Jolly Ranchers folks came out with 

New anchors: “Misfit” gummies

Hard and soft candy are both worthy

So, why not conclude?

 

Chance is still around 

Within the chaos 

Can you believe the California sun

Is finally coming after me?