A minute of your time

I just wanted to say

I have nothing to say

All I want is to know

Why I am in this way

If it's my fault or theirs

What’s it they keep inside

If there's someone out there

In whom I can confide

I'm sick and tired

Of being sick and tired

And going around

And around round myself

Too exhausted to sleep

Too restless to live

Too reflective to learn

And too clueless to give

I've spent too much time

With my head in the sand

I need a hand