Therapy
I air my grievances out like
Wet but still dirty laundry —
The shock,
The horror,
The pain of it all,
Drying on the balcony for the world to see.
Therapy
I air my grievances out like
Wet but still dirty laundry —
The shock,
The horror,
The pain of it all,
Drying on the balcony for the world to see.