Therapy 1.0 -

Where do they sell happiness?

I am at my lowest point

And all I can see is the hopeless taste of loneliness

Where do they sell smiles?

At this point I conclude I am far from it by miles

But I’ll rather lie

Beautiful faces escalating

And I keep on asking

What’s the price?

How much more should I cry

How long would I keep pouring tears from my eyes?

Really, I can’t hide

All these pains linger in my mind

The best I can do is live like a mouse

Care less about life

Funny how time flies

From a boy to a man

From joy to playing a game of dice

If I hit the jackpot what’s the price

Someone, please hold me like a vise

Someone, please hold me like my vice

It’s called immaturity

You call that immaturity?

Fuck, if I

Who are you to tell me that?

If I had a strap, I’ll kill

Shit, who can heed

I need to speak

Someone needs to listen

I feel like a pigeon

Why?

I don’t know

Why am I not loved and appreciated like a dove?

I know, I had options and I chose

Or did I?

I think I poached

Now I’m blaming others cause I had no coach

Truth is I had a lot of people I could approach

But I felt big, stupid me

I felt above

A pigeon feeling like a dove