Paroles de Miserable

Well I'm not pretty or good to the eye Never left my room till 25 If I were happy would you punish me? Tie me up and call it therapy Miserable Life Miserable Life Miserable Life Miserable Life Miserable Life Miserable Life Miserable Life (Life) Let me be your perfect scratching post Your father, son and the holy ghost They vie devotion, turn my back on me Don't push me down and call me a woosy Miserable Life Miserable Life Miserable Life Miserable Life Miserable Life Miserable Life Miserable Life Devotion! Miserable Life Emotion! Miserable Life Depression! Miserable Life Obsession! You can't see me 'cause I'm wearing black