Slowed Down Music, Pupsies - Misery.

I miss that kind of misery.
The kind where you were nice to me,
But only in the evening.
So I ask you,
Am I just dreaming?
I love you so much that it's stripping,
Stripping of my heart and such.
And sorry,
I know I'm too much.
So hard to trust and nothing but.
I
Miss that kind of misery.
The kind where you were
Nice to me, but only in the evening.
So I ask you,
Am I just dreaming?
I love you so much that it's stripping,
Stripping of my heart and such.
And sorry,
I know I'm too much.
So hard to trust and nothing but.
I miss that kind of misery.
The kind where you were
Nice to me, but only in the evening.
So I ask you,
Am I just dreaming?
I love you so much that it's stripping,
Stripping of my heart and such.
And sorry,
I know I'm too much.
So hard to trust and nothing but.
I miss that kind of misery.
The kind where you were
Nice to me, but only in the evening.
So I ask you,
Am I just dreaming?
I love you so much that it's stripping,
Stripping of my heart and such.
And sorry,
I know I'm too much.
So hard to trust and nothing but.
I miss that kind of misery.
The kind where you were
Nice to me, but only in the evening.
So I ask you,
Am I just dreaming?
I love you so much that it's stripping,
Stripping of my heart and such.
And sorry,
I know I'm too much.
So hard to trust and nothing but.
I miss that kind of misery.
The kind where you were
Nice to me, but only in the evening.
So I ask you,
Am I just dreaming?
I love you so much that it's stripping,
Stripping of my heart and such.
And sorry,
I know I'm too much.
So hard to trust and nothing but.
I miss that kind of misery.
The kind where you were
Nice to me, but only in the evening.
So I ask you,
Am I just dreaming?
I love you so much
That
it's stripping,
Stripping of my heart and such.
And sorry,
I know I'm too much.
So hard to trust and nothing but.
I miss that kind of misery.
The kind where you were
Nice to me, but only in the evening.
So I ask you,
Am I just dreaming?
I love you so much that it's stripping,
Stripping of my heart and such.
And sorry,
I know I'm too much.
So hard to trust and nothing but.
I
Miss that kind of misery.
The kind where you were
Nice to me, but only in the evening.
So I ask you,
Am I just dreaming?
You're one I could
Believe in since I have nobody else.
I keep screaming, i keep breathing.
It's the living I can't help.
It's the misery 'cause
This gets all the hoes that you care.
And I know it's true, but yet
You need to cut me out your hair.