A man in the park read the lines on my hands, told me I'm strong; hardly ever wrong. I said, "Man, you're mean."
You had plans for both of us that involved a trip out of town to a place I've seen in a magazine that you left lying around. I don't have you with me, but I keep a good attitude. Do you miss me, Miss Misery like you say you do?
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?
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