Mama and papa and darkness knows best.

Therapy
I'll tell you
what I need
I bleed compromises and excuses
and bruises, bubbling up to the surface of this consciousness. 
This consciousness, this consciousness. 
It's all about me, it's all about me. 
Well what about me. And me. 
And me. And me? 
I'm here too. 
Oh, I bet you'd forgotten. 
Yes, isn't that convenient. 
Put your best foot forward
and forget the rest. 
You wouldn't be here were it not for me. 
Mama and papa
and darkness knows best.