Novel & Cerita Miserable Lit Lyrics

“I have no one that I love. no one that Cares for Me. no one that will notice when I'm gone.’ She tries to fight the sob that escapes her lips. tears cascade down her cheeks. She doesn't stop them. She does not wipe them away. She stands glued to the sport. feeling helpless. feeling vulnerable. feeling like all she wanted to do was for the world to open and for her to disappear beneath it. to be long lost and forgotten. For her name to be robbed of existence and for her to live a life that was worth living. Was that even possible? “ I have nowhere else to go. My life is miserable. I am miserable.”

What's going to be wrong and what's wrong Que va a estar mal y que mal Bad and how bad he didn't know how to have you Mal y que mal no supo tenerte no And he won't be able to see you and that's what he's going to do Y no podra verte y eso le va hacer very bad and that bad Muy mal y que mal Look girl listen to what I say Mira niña escucha lo que digo When you see what you've lost (Cuando vea lo que ha perdido) will come back sorry (Va a volver arrepentido) And you send it flying (Y tú, lo mandas a volar) I end song with huge smile on my face, I look at Mr. Miller's face hoping for some kind of appreciation but all I got was a blank bored face.

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

MIRROR, MIRROR Take a look at my face, What do you see? I feel nothing anymore. Take a look at my scars, They've never faded. Take a look at my eyes, Can you quantify the pain in them? I live, Memories of the past, Threatening to drag me under. I made a mistake, To think I'd ever be fine. I'm a broken piece, Nothing, can ever mend me. I'm sorry I loved you, Sorry I lied to you.

And then all of started belting out the chorus while walking on the stage, waving to our fans. “’Cause no one ever looked so good in a dress and it hurts ’cause I know you won't be mine tonight. No one ever makes me feel like you do when you smile baby tell me how to make it right. Now all of my friends say it's not really worth it, but even if that's true. No one in the world could stop me from not moving on Baby even if I wanted to, nobody compares to you.” "Thank God Milo has finally fallen asleep!" Jasper exclaimed.

The song pulsed through the walls of the room, looping endlessly, and by the time it started over for what must’ve been the tenth—no, twentieth—time, I knew rest was a lost cause. My head throbbed with the rhythm, and each time the chorus returned, I wanted to scream out loud from sheer frustration. Worse, the lyrics dug into my head like a personal attack: (You’re so insecure, but I don’t know why. I feel the world stop when you look at me. It’s like I’ve been reborn into a whole new world. If only you could see from my eyes, you’d know why I’m desperate. You’ve got me restless, got me insane,

“You don’t deserve that, Millicent. “You’re going to crawl through every single day in pain. In anguish. In torment. “You’re going to suffer the greatest misery of your fucking pathetic life. “Every day, you’ll wish for death. Beg for death. Yearn for death… even breathe for death. “But it will never come. “You’re going to wither away while you’re still alive. “And you’ll become so desperate and frustrated you’ll want to gouge your own eyes out of their sockets. “So no… I’m not wasting my bullet on a fucking bitch.”

The girl's innocent words made my son's face flush red. He looked weakly at Casper, hoping he would explain it to the girl. However, his father was seemingly triggered by something and looked at him with disgust. "Is this how your mother taught you to act to gain others' pity? Do you think I'll feel sympathy for you if you look more miserable? This is ridiculous…" The redness on my son's face slowly faded as Casper voiced out his thoughts, replaced by paleness and fragility. Adam thought that… His father really didn't love him anymore.

"I carry survival. And I do not know if that makes me strong or broken." Sarah spoke, her voice trembling. "I am afraid to feel joy." The admission pulled the focus away from Jaxon. Sarah's hands twisted the tissue into knots. "My son overdosed two years ago," she continued. "And for the first year, I felt nothing but pain. Everything hurt. Waking up hurt. Breathing hurt. But now, sometimes, I feel okay. I laugh at something. I enjoy my coffee. And then I remember, and I feel guilty, because how can I laugh when he is dead? How can I feel anything good when he will never feel anything again?"

They sang of the fallen warrior, relishing in the pain of his loss, but also of the ones they hadn't found, the ones who were lost or missing. *You take your sweet little time cause it's all you've got,A darker day, a total eclipse, Snow falls on a borderline crime yet it's somehow not ,A plea of mercy lingers on these frozen lips,Why can't you just let me in and be?Poseidon sends his waves to drag me far out to sea* *If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart*