Misery

( J. Lennon, P. McCartney )
You've been treating me bad, Misery.

I'm the kind of guy
Who never used to cry,
But now you're treating me bad, Misery.

I've lost you now I'm sure,
I won't see you no more.
It's gonna be a drag, Misery.

I remember all the little things we've done.
You'll remember and you'll be the lonely one, lonely one.
Please come back to me,
'Cause ev'ryone can see