poor me
Eyes are heavy, head it aches, stitches in my side, rot takes,
Poor me, poor me,
Vomit in the throat, tastes like anger,
Constantly searching for Los Paranoia’s,
I’ll never find it, never felt more felt more like singing through booze,
Never knew what I had to loose
Dog barks, dead folk sing,
Brain hurts, alarm bells ring
Old men cry just because they’re old,
Children cry just because they’re told,
Grown women cry just because they’re cold,
I cry because I’m sad or maybe just quite a bit mad,
Tura Laura Laura lie, don’t cry, don’t cry,
The drink will make it all fine… don’t know why,
Poor me, poor me…. Lol.
