Misery, oh, won't you keep me company, oh please? I know you love to walk way I hate to watch you leave Why does this conversation Always seem to take the backseat? Why does the littlest confrontation Aways seem to make you angry? You make me wish I was somebody else Somebody else Inconsistent chemicals have brought me to my knees You know you love to walk away I hate to watch you leave Why does this hesitation feel so heavy? And why's it seem like every time I go to take my prescription it's always empty? You make me wish I was someone else You make me wish I was someone else You make me wish I was someone else Why does this conversation Aways seem to take the backseat? Aways seem to take the backseat? You love to walk away I hate to watch you leave You love to walk away I hate to watch you walk away