Oh my God it's time for a prayer I'm underground I contemplate I'm miserable I hear a voice in my head Going round It's been talkin' to me for awhile Inject my soul with the truth Do you dare??

I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here I wake up in the mornin' in a lonely ice and bed Thinkin' 'bout the nightmare that just played in my head I think of all the things I miss Like moments that we share a kiss so dear I search your

Maybe I ain't working enough So why you wanna love me so bad Why you wanna love me so bad Haven’t you heard about my miserable past Critical past Pitiful past I swear no matter what I touch it breaks So I no longer wanna see your face I got the worst

We're too young until we're too old We're all lost on the yellow brick road We climb the ladder but the ladder just grows We're born, we work, we die, it's spiritual Enough is never enough American dream never wakes up Too much is never too much We won't

I don't know about you but I'm feeling 22 It feels like one of those nights It feels like one of those nights uh uh It's miserable and magical oh yeah You don't know about me, but I bet you want to It seems like one of those nights Everything will be

Petite frappe Attends un peu que je t'attrape Comme on crache sur les murs Tu ne casses que des cailloux Misérable voyou Sans aucune envergure Comme on crache à la figure De tout ce qui fût beau Mais ça manque à ta culture

Sé un poco más hombre y dá la cara No fué una mujer la que engañaste Miserable, miserable Miserable, no la niegues Por unos pesos más que tienes no te burles Que yo como tú soy gente de barriada Fué la niña de la casa que enredaste Miserable no le

Everything but you 'Cause I'm anti-everything, but 'Cause I'm anti-everything, but I love you I'm fucking miserable 'til you walk into the room, yeah I talk a lot of shit, but swear you'll get used to it So put your hands up in the air If you hate songs

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this

Sick love song This could be your We are miserable You are driving me insane This could be your sign that things are going wrong Wake me up in the morning glory Hanging straight your lies and stories How do you mark your territory? When your trash