Misery Loves Company

What use am I to anyone?
Forlorn, frozen, beneath the summer.
I've finally left school.
Now what on earth do I intend to do?
I should find a boy, have a drink, have a dance and play the song that’ll delivery straight from the harshness of misery.



‘Coz this songs a delivery.
Straight from the heart of my misery.
Oh that song that’ll delivery.
Straight from the heart .. to you.
So here comes a delivery.
Straight from the heart of my misery.
Here comes a delivery.
Straight from the heart to you.