Misery
Let's make believe I'm insane
Let's make believe that I know what pain is
Let's make believe I'm not loved
Let's make believe I care for everyone
I tell myself
Maybe, "You're obsessive" means, "You're great"
I'm small, she wanted the tall guy
She's smart, but I wanted the artsy girl
So, I thank you, oooh
Yes, I thank you, oooh
For making my life a misery
Let's make believe I got laid
Let's make it known I cleaned up after myself
Let's make it known I turned off the television
Let's make it known I got home on time
I tell myself
Maybe, "You're obsessive" means, "You're great"
I'm small, she wanted the tall guy
She's smart, but I wanted the artsy girl
So, I thank you, oooh
Yes, I thank you, oooh
For making my life a misery
Autor(es): Robert Carmine
