Knots of thought
Where to run?
There's nowhere to go
Where to hide?
I can't go below
I cry, I cry
I sigh, I sigh
The world's a mess
As am I
So when I'm stressed
I look to the sky
Why, oh, why was I put here?
In this place, this family, this time, oh dear!
My head spins with spools of thought
All tangled up in terrible knots
I think and think
And think some more that I should drink
But drink I will not do my dear
For when I do I lose my head
And I cannot lose my head I fear
Otherwise you will find me dead
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