Dear therapist,
When you ask me...
They call me the favorite, the perfect child;
Their words biting at my fragile skin...
Outside my window
a man and his dog stroll by...
¿Y si le digo que la quiero?
La espantar...
Sitting in the road
Watching the clouds coming in...
They randomly wrote words
upon mysterious souls...
The nights seem so long
a clock on the wall is moving slow...
Where have gone
all the smart people...
Of all the places I pass by without being able to...
The places I most bitterly wish to stop at are at...
I wrote to you again
But I still get no reply...
She closed her eyes to follow
a dream her heart had set...
Its like a light flicked on in my head
when the doctor said those words...