Poor Twisted Me

Bathe your soul again
Oh, poor twisted me
Oh, poor twisted me
I feast on sympathy
I chew on suffer
Yeah, 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

Chorus

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

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