[Verse 1]

The wishing well is already dry

Big man above is already died

[Chorus]

Misery comes

Misery goes

Feel the push

Feel the pull

[Verse 2]

What's the point if the blade is dull?

Every time I trip it's like I'm falling slow

[Chorus]

Misery comes

Misery goes

Feel the push

Feel the pull

Stick me so slow

Push and pull

[Verse 3]

Here I am a piece of skin

Little light shines bright

But now it's dim

[Chorus]

Misery comes

Misery goes

Feel the push

Feel the pull

Stick me so slow

Push and pull

Stick me so slow

Push and pull