There was once a girl called Ti,
She was short and sweet and we called her wee.
She always said that her brain was overloading
She said she was underwater just barely floating.

I didn't understand her at the time
I tried to talk to her but I felt like a mime
Out of rhyme to speak
Her life she said was going down shit's creek.

Then came a guy whose name was Michael
He isn't your type, don't fall into his trap is what I told

But she couldn't...