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

That 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

The 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

Baby, again, and again, and again

You finally reached the shore, survived the storm

Now you’re bare and cold, the sea was warm

So warm, you bathe your soul again

Good to feel my friend

Oh, woe is me

Such a burden to be

Oh, poor twisted me

Yo, poor twisted me