Tied up with words with nothing to say,
that thought runs through my mind all day.
You ask why I wonder, I say the same,
the things you do just sound so lame.
If you die tomorrow,
I'd drown in all my sorrow.
I don't want you to go away,
I really want you to stay.
So promise me here, promise me now,
that you will try to stop it some way, some how.
