Metallica Poor Twisted Me

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