Poor Twisted Me

Oh poor twisted me

Oh poor twisted me

I feast on sympathy

I chew on suffer

I chew on agony

And 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, Woah is me, Such a burden to be

Poor mistreated me



Finally reached the shore

Survived the storm

Now your bare and cold, the sea was warm

So warm, you bathe your soul again

Bathe it again and again and again, yea



Finally reached the shore

Survived the storm

Now your bare and cold, the sea was warm

So warm, you bathe your soul again

Good to see my friend

Oh woah is me, Such a burden to be

Oh poor twisted me

Yea, yea yea, oh poor twisted me, yea