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Clam
Clam
I do not need a psychoanalyst
It is too late for me to be fixed
I have accepted who I am
Just living my life as a clam
When people say I’ve lost my mind I grin
My mind is the same place it’s always been
I feel like Davy Crockett at the Alamo
Standing behind crumbling walls
When I die, nobody will ever know
At least when he died he died for a cause
I have been the way I am for so long
I understand there is nowhere that I belong
I saw a glimpse of myself in your eyes
That is when I suddenly realized
Why no one could ever love me
I figured that out without Psychotherapy
