Therapist

I really think that I
Should get some rest
Running out of time
I'm so depressed
Canceled all my plans
I'm such a mess
Devil on my shoulder
Is my therapist

Throw up in the mornings
When I'm sad
Give me just a second
While I'm feeling down bad
Therapist telling me
I should let go
Find out what's been
Eating my soul

Breaking out the cage
But I been still
Muscles going wavy
Like I'm unreal
Help me to my feet
This ain't a drill
I ain't feeling well
Can I come still

I need love but no one
Wants to give it up
I need hugs but no one's
Around to live it up
Playing by myself in
An airtight room
I'm going to shoot myself
If I don't escape soon

Smoking cigarettes
All afternoon
Let me pass out
Lay in a cacoon
Bring my ass home it's
A quarter past 2
Taking shots because
I don't know what to do

Need some inspiration
Give me some dictation
Want to pick a fight to
Sort through this frustration
Build a foundation
Taking formation
Don't go putting out what
We got in rotation

The station is closed pick
Me up around the corner
Wasting all this gas while The
Planets getting warmer
We're all going to die think
I need to inform her
She never answered any Time
I tried to phone her

I guess I will die
Without getting closure
I guess I will die
From the exposure
I guess I will die
Just as a loner
I guess I will die
Just as a stoner



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Writer(s): Kirstie Simon
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