We'll sit in his office,
my therapist of course,
Talking of all the things you've done,
and what it's made me become.
On a morning we're apart,
You over here, and me there.
At home, you fulfilling your itch
the doc, tying my last stitch
They gather to watch me drown
Simultaneously
your innocents that you've proclaimed
has only left me to blame.
We've all watched me lose my mind,
you helped it first hand,
You did your best, but I was lost
Lets end now and cut your costs.
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