I hold it all together and I tell you it's fine
Sometimes it's not fine
Sometimes it's time
for me to fall apart
to piece me back together
And start with a new heart
The sadness, it's there and it cuts like a knife
How ironic that the thing that hurts is how you choose your life
The life I helped you remember
The you you're figuring out
I'm always just the therapist, the one who's there to shout
to, to lean on, to bleed on
The one who's there to cling on
But when I cling back that's a different matter
I'm left with open wounds
I'm always left the sadder
