People try to help me Their words are no better than mine I'm sick of trying to keep straight When I know that it's too late There's nothing left to do I think I blew my cool Floating in the mess I made Losing when the cards are laid But the sympathy that you give to me, it's all I really need And when you lose control, you lose control You need someone to hold, you need someone to hold I'm broken, beat, I've had enough, I'm tired of acting tough I'm giving up I'm giving up