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)