Poor Me

The song is old, tired, and without notes or harmony.
Poor me,

The refrain repeats and repeats.
Poor me,
The beauty of the world is awe-inspiring

The love in the world is like a waterfall,
So, why do we listen to the disembodied looking for a reason for a “free ride”?
Poor me.
I am too lazy to try, too stupid to succeed, too bored to read, too disenfranchised to learn, too deaf to hear the facts.
Poor me.

Stop the world, stop the sun, stop the air, you are why I am.
Listen to me, because all the life mistakes I made, were because of something else, NEVER MY FAULT.

Poor me.

While I am louder, and I scream, burn and destroy, I am not righter.

Poor me