I'm a misery belle, misery belle
Dwelling on disrepair and hell [?]
I play my part with my weak arm
I'm trying to be tough but it's not going too well
I wish it was time for the night
I left the light on because I'm scared of the dark
I woke up to find my friend on the night stand
Tried to get up just to find my head
Pulling me down, me down instead
Tiny little messages scribbled across my hand
Reminding me to be kind, to be brave all the time
This shirt I wear, I wish I cared more for you
This inner beauty you speak of, I want to see it
I'm a misery belle, misery belle
Dwelling on disrepair and hell [?]
I'm a misery belle, misery belle
Dwelling on disrepair and hell [?]
I'm a misery belle, misery belle
Dwelling on disrepair and hell [?]
I'm a misery belle, misery belle
Dwelling on disrepair and hell [?]