I'm a delicate creature, Sturdily built, Tried my best to be normal, Always wanted

to break out and run, I was overly anxious, Felt lost in the crowd, Now they say that I'm better, But

I don't know, I think it's best if we keep it just for us. I've had therapy hours, More than a lot, Had

emotional baggage, That I carried around on my back, Now we're finally talking, Time has come to

confide, I keep saying that I'm better, But I don't know, I think it's best if we keep it just for us. Last

night I dreamt that I was bleeding to death, While standing naked in a crowd, I couldn't scream or

catch my breath, Like being buried alive, Then Santa whipped me with a yoga strap, Choked me

and tied me to the bed, I think it's strange to dream like that, I don't know, I think it's best if we

keep it just for us.