All I need is a bitter song to make me better. Much better.
All I need to write is a bitter song to make me better. Much better.
Mmmm Mmmm Mmm
Mmmmm mmmm mmmm
It found me to hold me, but I donâ€™t like it at all.
Wonâ€™t feed it, wonâ€™t grow it, itâ€™s folded in my stomach.
Itâ€™s not fair, I found love.
It made me say that.
Get Back youâ€™ll never see day light, If Iâ€™m not strong it just might.
All I need is a bitter song, to make me better. Much better.
All I need to write is a bitter song to make me better.
I feel better, I feeeeeeeeeeeeel better.
There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't 'cause I thought I'd be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It's easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don't have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.
Did you say it? 'I love you. I don't ever want to live without you. You changed my life.' Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it, but every now and then, look around; Drink it in 'cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow."