There's nothing left to do but cry...all the time...and sleep...ALL DAY. I'm a sad mess who just listens to elliot smith all day and eats my feelings. Why is life so good to some people and so awful to others? I rather be anywhere but this earth. This place is turning into a living hell, anyways. It's a comedy of errors, you see It's about taking a fall To vanish into oblivion Is easy to do And I try to be but you know me I come back when you want me to Do you miss me, Miss Misery Like you say you do?