My Own Form of Therapy
I've been reckless at times, I need to start living carefully
I've been praying for an angel to come down and carry me
Some people are lucky enough to live their life merrily
But I have to write my whole life down on paper as my own form of therapy
When I pick up the pen I find the courage to talk about things I've been scared to admit
I was on the verge of suicide, but my pad became my therapist
I quit writing for a while because I felt like I wasn't good at it
I'm still unsure if I dropped love or if I just couldn't catch it
I've spent nights alone, dreaming about the girl I'd love to spend the day with
She walked away as soon as I let her see me naked
I don't mean without clothes, I mean Behind my painted smile
I gave her the directions to my heart, not knowing she would break it
I've wasted time looking at the same questions and trying to provide different answers
I've spent some of my loneliest nights in strip clubs drinking Brandy and tipping dancers
Sometimes you have to be weak before you see your strength
Heartbreak changes people, and you return a different person like Aunt Viv in season 4 of the Fresh Prince
I've been broken for a while, but now I'm working on repairing me
I've been praying for an angel to come down and carry me
Some people are lucky enough to live their life merrily
But I have to write my whole life down on paper as my own form of therapy
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