Misery
Misery on a Summer's Day
I notice that it slips away to grey.
The clocks they tick away.
Misery, Misery. dying reflections of what used to be.
I was her dove, she was my dream.
It's now a million years till my queen.
I remember how we used to be.
I showed her who was really me.
Not afraid of my queen.
We are a million tears from teens.
Misery, Misery, the pain has not gone away.
I remember the sunny days.
The calander, it slips to May.
I will get you back someday.
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