Oh poor old me I said I would not do this to myself again Oh poor old me I said I would not do this to myself again But I been' told that winter's are not cold If someone's there to light the flame until it turns to coal Well I admit there's something wrong with me I take the hit and then ask him why won't you let me be? I said I'm through of living with you You better run for your life before I break you in two Oh poor old me I said I would not do this to my friends again Oh poor old me I said I would not do this to my friends again But I been' told that writers are not bold Until you tell them that their poetry is made of gold Well I admit there's something wrong with me I can't get through a novel without falling half asleep I said I'm through with living with you You better hide your books before I tear them all in two Well I been' told that singers get real cold Until you tell them that the spotlight's made for them alone Well I admit there's something wrong with it I'll bite the bullet so it doesn't shoot me in the head Well I admit there's something wrong with me I take the hit and then ask him why won't you let me be? I said I'm through of living with you You better run for your life before...