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Song lyrics are in italics.

"Misery" Pink Missundaztood

Shadows are falling all over town

Another night the blues got me down 

Shadows lengthened, pools of darkness spreading across empty streets. The world was silent, still, as if waiting for something or mourning something that hadn't happened, that wouldn't. A girl stood in the open door of a store front, looking out at the orange sky, watching as it began to fade into darkness.

Oh misery...I sure could use some company

She moves suddenly, her hand brushing against her cheek as if wiping something away, and she turns into the restaurant, away from the now dark world. She surveys the restaurant, her restaurant, empty now of friends, customers, people.

Since he's been gone I ain't been the same

Memories flooded through her. A boy walking through the entrance, sitting at the counter, eating. The sound of his voice, his laughter. The brilliant flash of his smile, the sparkle in his eyes. She hears a noise and spins around, hoping, wanting, needing it to be him there, a smile on his face for her, just for her...but it isn't him. It never is, now.

I carry the weight like an ol' ball and chain

Guess it's all meant to be...for love to cause me misery

Her shoulders slump. Defeated, dejected, she turns back. Slowly, ever so slowly, she picks up a rag and begins to clean the countertop. Her movements are practiced, methodical, empty.

 

Misery...Misery

Tell me why does my heart make a fool out of me

So much time spent, energy wasted. At night, dreaming, and then, in the morning, waking up alone. In the day, chasing him. Always chasing, like a faithful dog following its master. Those rare times when it she seemed she had him. Clinging to his arm, reveling in his warmth, his presence, and looking up at his face to see...nothing. Worse, to see love and longing there, but not for her. Never for her.

Seems it's my destiny...

For love to cause me misery

Oh...I've been down this road before

A small girl runs down a dirt road, chasing a yattai and the man who lied to her, stole from her. Chasing the boy, a pair of blue eyes, a black pigtail, and the hand waving... waving goodbye.

Where the passion turns into pain

The girl falls to the road, exhausted. She yells out, curses them. "You jerks! You promised to take me with you!" As the man and boy vanish with the cart into the distance, her head falls forward until her forehead presses into the earth. The expression of rage fades from her face and the tears gathered in her eyes begin to fall. She whispers to the ground, broken words through her silent sobbing, "You promised..."

And each time I saw love walk out the door

At school, she is mocked, laughed at, whispered about. At home, there is nothing. Her mother is dead. And now...it is as if her father were leaving too. He can't even look at her anymore. She had lost the boy she loved, and now it was costing her everyone else that she loved.

I swore I'd never get caught up again...

She made oaths, as those who are wronged will, of vengeance and justice. Oaths made to a silent and empty sky. Oaths made to a silent man with empty eyes. And to herself she vowed never to love again. Never to so desperately need something she could not have.

But ain't it true...it takes what it takes

And sometimes...we get too smart too late

Vows that were so easily broken. All she had to do was look into his eyes, hear his voice, and she was lost again. If she had ever not been lost. She had told herself so many times that she didn't love him, that she hated him, that she only wanted revenge. But she had never forgotten him. Her entire life since she was six years old had revolved solely around him.

One more heartache for me...another night in misery

She sighed and pushed away the memories. The counter was spotless, glistening in the dim electrical lights, but her hand still pushed the rag back and forth over the smooth surface. She watched it, moving independent of her thoughts and emotions. Moving of its own accord, following the pattern learned long ago and refined through practice and experience. She willed her hand to stop moving, but it didn't listen to her. It simply kept moving, back and forth, up and down over the counter.

Then she stopped.

Misery...Misery

Tell me why does my heart make a fool out of me

Seems it's my destiny...

For love to cause me misery...

Guess it's all meant to be for love to cause me misery