Miserable in Mourning by VCTMS Lyrics

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