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 that I'm the new cancer Still feeling sorry for myself Yeah! I can never sweat it out No! 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