This Thing

There is this thing,
This tiny little thing,
It lives inside my head,
and never ever leaves.
It tells me I should count to ten and fall asleep,
But then it tells me to fall into a never ending sleep,
There is this thing,
This tiny little thing,
It lays inside my heart,
My lonely, lonely heart.
It tells me to weep for him,
That I will never have him,
To give up, and say my ends, to my never ending sleep.
There is this thing,
This tiny little thing,
It lives with me everyday.
Whispering into my ear,
Telling me I am not worth a penny,
But I will never ever give in!