Poor Old Me

The doctor hit me with some sedatives
He said, "You get it from your relatives"
Is there a reason that I feel so down
With my head in my hands as I'm lying in pain on the ground?

Sometimes I feel I wanna run away
Feels like a Monday on a Saturday
Kids on the corner always looking at me
I'm a paranoid mess 'cause of my insecurities

Poor old me, I'm so predictable
I can't be happy if I try
And when I try not to be cynical
It multiplies
(You know it's sad but it's true)

There's something in the water
It's got me by the leg, it's pulling me down
I feel the current getting stronger
Like a moth to the flame, I'm in danger and I'm 'bout to drown

I feel my body going under
'Cause I'm a victim of my own mistakes
I feel like crying to my mother
If this is a nightmare, then why am I wide awake?

Poor old me, I'm so predictable
I can't be happy if I try
And when I try not to be cynical
It multiplies
(You know it's sad but it's true)

Poor old me, I'm so predictable
I can't be happy if I try

Poor old me, I'm so predictable
I can't be happy if I try
And when I try not to be cynical
It multiplies, it multiplies
(You know it's sad but it's true)