The Man Behind the Couch
I came to him, a broken soul,
On an accidental, winding road.
Somehow it was meant to be
I can't explain, i've yet to see
Just what it means that*I am here
Can he take away my fear?
Can I stay just long enough
To find myself, my heart, my love
I know they're hidden deep inside
Why is it that I have to hide*
The part of me that's barely there
The only part that really cares
To find out why I'm really here
These parts of me they are at war
The child is yearning to get out
Nobody hears her cries, her shouts
Except perhaps this hidden man
I trust he's doing all he can
Sometimes I feel him there with me
Sometimes he's in another galaxy
He showed me once I am alive
But it was too much, I had to hide
The memory is enough for now
But soon I have to find out how
To get back out and see the sun
The flesh won't be forever young
God let me out, please set me free
Throw me down that golden key
So I may truly come alive*
Before it is my time to die
Just let this man who sits behind
Pull me out for good next time
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