I feel a small ache start in my head,
As I lie awake in my bed,
Staring at the ceiling, thinking about
The problems I can't seem to figure out.

I'm emotional, and I don't know why,
Every stupid little thing makes me cry.
Stress breaks me down often, I'm weak I guess,
Control is the one thing I don't possess.

I try to stay afloat, I'm sinking,
Into the loneliness I'm drinking,
Dwelling on the flaws I can't forgive,
Though my soul is dead, I continue to live.