Miserable humans, miserable people.
They can't really stand when you're just like your own.
"Should have been this," "should have been that"—
Always complaining but never alone.

I can't force them into therapy.
I can't really make them not.
They're part of les misérables—
But not the play,
Just the life they've got!

Miserable humans, miserably people.
They don't even try to make things out of life.
God, I'm such a miserable man.
No wonder I don't have a wife!

Honesty sometimes freezes.
Truthfulness often hurts.
You can't make a drama of trauma—
Even if it's true and it hurts.

I wish I wasn't so miserable.
I wish I just had a good life.
I think I still got some ages ahead...
So I better learn how to thrive.

Loneliness sometimes lingers.
I remember a time when it's not.
I guess I'll just type with my fingers (then).
Till suffering ceases to plot.