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(Ohhh) I miss the misery
(Oh oh oh oh...)
(Oh oh oh oh...)
I’ve been a mess you stayed
I’ve been a since you changed
Don’t let me get in your 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 hate me
I the screaming
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls
When your fault
I miss the late nights
Don’t you at all!
I like the kick in the face
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don’t miss you, I the misery!
(Oh oh oh oh...)
I’ve tried but I can’t take it
I’d rather fight than just fake it
('Cause I like it rough)
You know I’ve had enough
I dare ya to call my bluff
Can’t take to much of a good thing
I’m telling you!
I the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls
When it’s your 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 that it hurts!
I don’t miss you, I miss the misery!
know that I’ll 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 hard try
But when at our worst
I the misery
I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me
I the rough sex
Leaves me a mess
I miss the of pains in my chest!
the calls
When it’s your fault
I miss the late 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 that it hurts!
I don’t miss you, I miss the misery!
(I you, I miss the misery)
...
I miss you, I the misery!
(Oh oh oh oh...)
(Oh oh oh oh...)
I’ve been a mess you stayed
I’ve been a since you changed
Don’t let me get in your 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 hate me
I the screaming
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls
When your fault
I miss the late nights
Don’t you at all!
I like the kick in the face
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don’t miss you, I the misery!
(Oh oh oh oh...)
I’ve tried but I can’t take it
I’d rather fight than just fake it
('Cause I like it rough)
You know I’ve had enough
I dare ya to call my bluff
Can’t take to much of a good thing
I’m telling you!
I the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls
When it’s your 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 that it hurts!
I don’t miss you, I miss the misery!
know that I’ll 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 hard try
But when at our worst
I the misery
I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me
I the rough sex
Leaves me a mess
I miss the of pains in my chest!
the calls
When it’s your fault
I miss the late 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 that it hurts!
I don’t miss you, I miss the misery!
(I you, I miss the misery)
...
I miss you, I the misery!
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