I sit and listen
To anyone who wants to get things off their mind
I listen
To the girl that struggles with division
To the boy who wants to snuggle with someone
To the mother who wanted another
To the father that's daughter was slaughtered a long time ago
I'm the therapist everyone goes to
When they're done with their problems they leave
Lucky them, their mind is at ease
While I drown in a sea of my own problems
Unlike them they have someone around to pull them out of the water before they drown
But for me, there's nobody around.