Don't play with my mind, don't feed me your junkyard psychology - At least leave me my sanity. I can spare my heart.
Your diagnosis is unfair - biased and as useful as yesterdays trash. Save it for the junkyard.
You can't tell me it'll be OK. And that the pain is all in my mind and that what I think is just a mere fake. Don't waste...
Your junkyard psychology on me.
It will no longer keep me "safe"- If I can break away from the LOVE effect... Maybe I'll get better, because your psychotherapy isn't helping this disaster.
I need a psychoanalyst, a professional to undo all the damage you caused - a dose of you to the brain versus the heart - does just as much harm;
A few rusted lies and used kisses, with a broken commitment, a screwed up lover and...
a useless brain without the strength to change:
a taste of junkyard psychology.
(C)2009 Kendall-Paul
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