I have a daily appointment, a form of therapy,
with exercise thrown in. My very own counsellor,
sets me up for the day; he goes by the name of Justin
As I listen to his songs, I wonder if he knows my life
All the heartaches and the things that no one knows,
the almost fatal blows
He shouts as he sings these tales of woe
and I wonder, did he live next door to me,
as I cried the tears, worrying
what would become of me
Those little lines you can see; I’ve written poems,
a sort of exorcism, until the tears dried up
And the anger, well a swim helps dispel
all that negative energy
But his songs reveal his angst and woe,
and he represents all the broken hearts,
dispelling the pain in a four minute refrain
All those feelings that cut you like a knife;
he describes the pain with such accuracy,
opening his heart, revealing his misery
I’ve been wheeled to the theatre;
I’ve seen the big light, as they pull it round
It was a good result, a baby weighing seven pounds
An just as I thinkI know him well,
I discover a new song, one that tells another
chapter of my story, and I think, what the hell?
How did he know that I said,
don’t come back?
The narcissist, who leaves for a while,
until they need your supply
has finally been expelled
Let life begin again