(Misery)
I’m the kind of guy
Who never remembers why
The World is treating me bad, history
The kids have moved away
Grandkids never come and stay
All that’s in the past now, history
Can’t remember all the little things I’ve done
All I know is I’m alone, I’ll be the lonely one, lonely one
Search the recesses of my mind
But all that I could find,
Was the memories of the past now, history