Poor Twisted Me

Poor Twisted Me
(Hetfield, Ulrich)


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
Oohh, yeah
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
Bathe me again and again and again, yeah, yeah

To finally reach the shore
Survive the storm
Now you're bare and cold
Yeah, 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

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh poor twisted me, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, poor twisted me