Miserable in Mourning

This empty feeling I feed You're nothing more than a leech I’ll play the part of a monster if that's what you need A bird on broken wings, strangled till I couldn't sing I’ll be the fucking devil if that's who you need me to be I can't sweat this fever out I'm desparate for attention Begging to be someone else I swear i'm the new cancer Still feeling sorry for myself I can never sweat it out Still feeling sorry for myself This empty feeling I feed You're nothing more than a leech I'll play the part of a monster if that's what you need A bird on broken wings, strangled till I couldn’t sing I’ll be the fucking devil if that's who you need me to be