The Therapy Collection

Pin Cushion Heart

The life that it gives Is one rather not lived For it’s lonely and dark In my pin cushion heart Again and again It’s always the same Like each beating

The Silent Lover

Leaving one behind For the arms of another Began our fated love untold I was the silent lover Riding on this circumstance Risking karma’s wrath Loving, praying, fearing, knowing Blindly

Karma Haunts

Try I may To earn that love New step-sibs get With each new hub Cry away Rejected tears Emotionless For Cindy Mears Scapegoat child I am your fault Sweetheart Mom

Utter Chaos

From one minute to the last Excerpts haunt me from the past There’s no focus I can’t control it Like a mind control short circuit Gotta get out of this

Helpdesk-ho Desk

I got this new bitch, off the helpdesk-ho desk He’s a self-medicater, and he play with himself Two, three, four times a day, he’s a real “handy” guy Leaving powdered

A Dream Within A Dream

A dream within a dream I had One stormy summer’s night Of Stefano Dimera And a beachball colored white Walking on the beach he was Attired in black robe one