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