I am like a little teacup that's been chipped and clipped and shattered

And I wish sometimes that there was somebody to help me pick up the pieces

Because it's only a matter of time before my emotions all come spilling

Down,

Down,

Down,

My thoughts so thick and heavy I feel like I'm gonna

Drown,

Drown,

Drown,

And I could thrash I could swim I could do so many things

With a little strength, I could keep my head above the Earl Grey that fans out like a sea, build myself and island out of sugar lumps

With a little strength, I could weather the storm, maybe even find some happy in the hurricane...

But

I'm

Tired