Ah, Misery, my good old friend!
It’s nice to see you again
Though you didn’t really leave my side
You’ll be with me till the very end.
You too, dear loneliness
Though I must confess
Of this I am quite sure
In my grave I’ll be lonely no more
I’m tired of being miserable
No happiness, peace, joy, nothing!
And they try to convince me otherwise
That I have it all, oh, everything.
Loneliness is a sin
What a predicament to be in!
It’s the ultimate freedom, to be sure
In my grave I’ll be lonely no more!