Beatles, the

Misery

The world is treating me bad, misery.

I'm the kind of guy who never used to cry,
The world is treating me bad, misery.
I've lost her now for sure, I won't see her no more.
It's gonna be a drag, misery.

I'll remember all the little things we've done.
Can't she see she'll always be the only one, only one.

Send her back to me, 'cos ev'ryone can see
Without her I will be in misery.

I'll remember all the little things we've done.
She'll remember and she'll miss her only one, lonely one.