A measly $5 is too much for your attention.
Something I just crave the love and affection.
But you happen to be blind to my needs.
Apparently I need therapy.
I’m too much?
That’s what you’re telling me?
Maybe this is the payment for my bad deeds.
I cling to you unintentionally.
Observing your reactions in my memory.
But it seems as though this is pointless.
Or maybe I do need therapy.
Probably too much for anyone.
Could it really be me?
I need to erase my stress.
You have me second guessing my intentions.
Creating potential preventions.