Metallica - Poor Twisted Me (Remastered)

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 Just for, oh, poor twisted me, yeah Ooh, 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, yeah-yeah Yeah, 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 reached the shore, survived the storm Now you're bare and cold, yeah, the sea was warm So warm, you bathe your soul again Good to see my friend Oh, woe is me Such a burden to be Oh, poor twisted me Yeah, yeah-yeah Yo, poor twisted me, yeah Oh, yo, yo, poor twisted me