I want her license revoked, it's my new life's mission.
The therapist keeps staring at me and noting stuff in her diary.
"An opportunity" is what one of her notes read,
I wonder what that might mean.
As far as therapy goes, I don't think she's up to this task.
I too didn't have a choice, it was either therapy or jail.
But If I could tell the future, I would have dashed back to my cell.
I tried selling my dream to be free,
Instead, I ended up in another form of hell.
My psychic was a fraud, I'm coming for her soon after my probation.
This is all a waste of time, I could be plotting my revenge.
Yet I'm stuck in peculiar room, exposed to another human opinion.
I'm not therapy's biggest fan.
I don't get the concept of paying to be told what I already know
But Sharon here seems different,
She looks like she needs therapy herself.
She has this crazed look in her eyes.
Like she's brewing a horror script,
and I'm the dumb helpless character.
A few days in therapy have done more damage than jail ever could.
I don't know how or when-
but I've begun to feel a strange pull toward Sharon.
I pick up on her signals like sniffer dog-
She blinks to tell me she loves me-
And ask me questions to get to know me better.
I've fallen-
Fallen into an abyss,
At the bottom, deaths warm embrace awaits.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 2:41 AM UTC
I want her license revoked, it's my new life's mission.
The therapist keeps staring at me and noting stuff in her diary.
"An opportunity" is what one of her notes read,
I wonder what that might mean.
As far as therapy goes, I don't think she's up to this task.
I too didn't have a choice, it was either therapy or jail.
But If I could tell the future, I would have dashed back to my cell.
I tried selling my dream to be free,
Instead, I ended up in another form of hell.
My psychic was a fraud, I'm coming for her soon after my probation.
This is all a waste of time, I could be plotting my revenge.
Yet I'm stuck in peculiar room, exposed to another human opinion.
I'm not therapy's biggest fan.
I don't get the concept of paying to be told what I already know
But Sharon here seems different,
She looks like she needs therapy herself.
She has this crazed look in her eyes.
Like she's brewing a horror script,
and I'm the dumb helpless character.
A few days in therapy have done more damage than jail ever could.
I don't know how or when-
but I've begun to feel a strange pull toward Sharon.
I pick up on her signals like sniffer dog-
She blinks to tell me she loves me-
And ask me questions to get to know me better.
I've fallen-
Fallen into an abyss,
At the bottom, deaths warm embrace awaits.
My Hell Their Circus Track 8
