Bob Rock - Poor Twisted Me lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] Poor mistreated me Poor mistreated me I drown without a sea Lung fills with sorrow, lungs fill with misery Inhaling the deep dark blue Oh whoa, it's me Such a burden to be The poor mistreated me [Verse 3] 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 [Outro] Good to feel my friend Oh whoa, it's me Such a burden to be Oh poor twisted me