I can't even stand my own me anymore,
my mind washed away with the shore.
Don't leave me alone with myself
or I'll wind up curled up on the floor,
shaking and quaking, shook down to the core,
clutching at straws as the tears they do pour.
I'm driving me crazy, please save me, sweet Daisy,
and sing me to sleep evermore.
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