My momma called the therapist,
Cause she said I'm a little,
Anxious too much,
When I don't feel,
Anything that shows.
Deep down I feel like,
A little girl stranded,
On a deserted Island,
with no help,
just teary eyes.
And when I'm drowning in thoughts,
I find it kinda sad,
That when I dream of dying,
They're the best dreams I've ever had,
And then I go back to feeling like.
Deep down I feel like,
a little girl stranded,
on a deserted Island,
with no help,
just teary eyes.
And then the Island sinks,
I going down,
Drowning,
And I'm left with teary eyes,
Just teary eyes.