those nightmares came back again
and I guess I let myself get used to
being fine, but that’s not what I find
panic-breathing on the kitchen floor
there is nothing wrong with me
except this shit
12 years ago he gave to me
and after so much therapy
sometimes I do not see the point
I know it helps, but I just think
if there’s nothing else I can’t do
I should’ve been fucking perfect
by now