Poor Twisted Me (Metallica)

Oh poor twisted me Oh poor twisted me I feast on sympathy I chew on suffer I chew on agony Swallow whole the pain Oh it's too good to be All this misery Is just for oh poor twisted me Poor twisted me Poor mistreated me Poor mistreated me I drown without a sea Lungs fill with sorrow Lungs fill with misery Inhaling the deep dark blue Oh woe is me Such a burden to be Poor mistreated me To finally reach the shore Survive the storm Now you're bare and cold The sea was warm So warm You bathe your soul again Bathe it again, and again, and again To finally reach the shore Survive the storm Now you're bare and cold The sea was warm So warm, you bathe your soul again Good to see my friend Oh woe is me Such a burden to be Oh poor twisted me Oh poor twisted me Poor twisted me