Therapy 1.0

Where do they sell happiness?
I am at my lowest point
And all I can see is the hopeless taste of loneliness
Where do they sell smiles?
At this point I conclude I am far from it by miles
But I’ll rather lie
Beautiful faces escalating
And I keep on asking
What’s the price?
How much more should I cry
How long would I keep pouring tears from my eyes?
Really, I can’t hide
All these pains linger in my mind
The best I can do is live like a mouse
Care less about life
Funny how time flies
From a boy to a man
From joy to playing a game of dice
If I hit the jackpot what’s the price
Someone, please hold me like a vise
Someone, please hold me like my vice
It’s called immaturity
You call that immaturity?
Fuck, if I
Who are you to tell me that?
If I had a strap, I’ll kill
Shit, who can heed
I need to speak
Someone needs to listen
I feel like a pigeon
Why?
I don’t know
Why am I not loved and appreciated like a dove?
I know, I had options and I chose
Or did I?
I think I poached
Now I’m blaming others cause I had no coach
Truth is I had a lot of people I could approach
But I felt big, stupid me
I felt above
A pigeon feeling like a dove