Misery - Bimbo Jones Radio Edit
I am in misery
So scared of breaking it
That you won't let it bend
And I wrote two hundred letters
I will never send
Sometimes these cuts are so much
Deeper then they seem
You'd rather cover up
I'd rather let them bleed
So let me be
I'll set you free
I am in misery
There ain't nobody
Who can comfort me
Oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
Oh yeah
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
Your salty skin and how
It mixes in with mine
The way it feels to be
Completely intertwined
Not that I didn't care
It's that I didn't know
It's not what I didn't feel
It's what I didn't show
So let me be
I'll set you free
I am in misery
There ain't nobody
Who can comfort me
Oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
Oh yeah
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
You say your faith is shaken
You may be mistaken
You keep me wide awake and
Waiting for the sun
I'm desperate and confused
So far away from you
I'm getting near
I don't care where I have to run
Why do you do what you do to me, yeah
Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah
Why do you do what you do to me, yeah
Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah
I am in misery
There ain't nobody
Who can comfort me
Oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
Oh yeah
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
So scared of breaking it
That you won't let it bend
And I wrote two hundred letters
I will never send
Sometimes these cuts are so much
Deeper then they seem
You'd rather cover up
I'd rather let them bleed
So let me be
I'll set you free
I am in misery
There ain't nobody
Who can comfort me
Oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
Oh yeah
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
Your salty skin and how
It mixes in with mine
The way it feels to be
Completely intertwined
Not that I didn't care
It's that I didn't know
It's not what I didn't feel
It's what I didn't show
So let me be
I'll set you free
I am in misery
There ain't nobody
Who can comfort me
Oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
Oh yeah
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
You say your faith is shaken
You may be mistaken
You keep me wide awake and
Waiting for the sun
I'm desperate and confused
So far away from you
I'm getting near
I don't care where I have to run
Why do you do what you do to me, yeah
Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah
Why do you do what you do to me, yeah
Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah
I am in misery
There ain't nobody
Who can comfort me
Oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
Oh yeah
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
Credits
Writer(s): Sam John Farrar, Jesse Royal Carmichael, James B. Valentine, Michael Allen Madden, Adam Noah Levine
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