Psychoanalysis

Old paper cuts

I searched the meaning by giving my trust

I hold my past

At a distance but with fond regards

Are verdant springs just what I’m missing?

Replacing streets with booking tickets

Now they’re collecting dust

I’m holding onto some invisible strings

I stitched my mouth shut to be kept from the brink

I numbed my feelings

Now I’m out there wondering

Did their verdict become my regime

And now I have been trapped

Did I cage my own ego so I would know

How to adapt

Lost solitude

I worked the evenings in the busy rooms

A pensive mood

I shook off my feelings there in the gloom

With broke down pens I started grieving

For the loss of youth left bleeding

My soul is in dispute

I’m holding onto some invisible strings

I stitched my mouth shut to be kept from the brink

I numbed my feelings

Now I’m out there wondering

Did their content become my regime

And now I have been trapped

Did I cage my own ego so I would know

How to adapt

They tore my brittle spirit

Abused until I reached my limit

Labelled a void of stupid ideas

Turn me into a cold-blooded killer

Did their standpoint become my regime

And now I have been trapped

Did I cage my own ego so I would know

How to adapt