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(Ohhh) I miss the misery
(Oh oh oh oh...)
(Oh oh oh oh...)
I’ve been a you stayed
been a wreck since you changed
Don’t let me get in way
I miss the lies and the pain
The fights that keep us awake (ake ake)
I’m telling you!
I miss the bad things
The way you me
I the screaming
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls
When it’s your fault
I miss the late nights
Don’t miss you at all!
I like the in the face
And the things you do to me!
I the way that it hurts!
I miss you, I miss the misery!
(Oh oh oh oh...)
I’ve tried but I just can’t take it
I’d rather just fake it
('Cause I like it rough)
You know I’ve had enough
I ya to call my bluff
Can’t take to of a good thing
I’m telling you!
I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me!
the calls
it’s fault
I miss the nights
Don’t miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face
And the things you do to me!
I love the way it hurts!
I don’t miss you, I miss the misery!
Just know that I’ll make you hurt
(I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me)
When you tell me you’ll make it worse
(I’d rather fight all night than watch the TV)
I hate that feeling inside
You tell me how you’ll try
But when we’re at our worst
I miss the misery
I the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me
I miss the rough sex
me a mess
I the feeling of pains in my chest!
Miss the phone calls
When it’s fault
I the late nights
Don’t miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face
And the things you do to me!
I the way it hurts!
I don’t miss you, I the misery!
(I don’t you, I miss the misery)
...
I don’t miss you, I miss the misery!
(Oh oh oh oh...)
(Oh oh oh oh...)
I’ve been a you stayed
been a wreck since you changed
Don’t let me get in way
I miss the lies and the pain
The fights that keep us awake (ake ake)
I’m telling you!
I miss the bad things
The way you me
I the screaming
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls
When it’s your fault
I miss the late nights
Don’t miss you at all!
I like the in the face
And the things you do to me!
I the way that it hurts!
I miss you, I miss the misery!
(Oh oh oh oh...)
I’ve tried but I just can’t take it
I’d rather just fake it
('Cause I like it rough)
You know I’ve had enough
I ya to call my bluff
Can’t take to of a good thing
I’m telling you!
I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me!
the calls
it’s fault
I miss the nights
Don’t miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face
And the things you do to me!
I love the way it hurts!
I don’t miss you, I miss the misery!
Just know that I’ll make you hurt
(I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me)
When you tell me you’ll make it worse
(I’d rather fight all night than watch the TV)
I hate that feeling inside
You tell me how you’ll try
But when we’re at our worst
I miss the misery
I the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me
I miss the rough sex
me a mess
I the feeling of pains in my chest!
Miss the phone calls
When it’s fault
I the late nights
Don’t miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face
And the things you do to me!
I the way it hurts!
I don’t miss you, I the misery!
(I don’t you, I miss the misery)
...
I don’t miss you, I miss the misery!
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