My head is spinning,
my thoughts are winning.
My head is going round and round,
All in a wound.
I dont know what to do,
All I want is you.
I am not in a good place,
My head is up in space.
I may be here,
Covered in fear.
Who knows what will go on,
As I am weak as a fawn.
These words creep in,
Just as a sin.
I have been okay for so long,
Writing this song.
But now my head is spinning,
And they are winning.
