This is something I wrote. It's about being in a therapeutic relationship that had heavy transference-love aspects and then the therapist disappeared all of a sudden without warning and this is everything that went through my head/how i felt when dealing with that situation. It's called 'Crazy Person Fight Song'
Well I was running up and round
Every ****ing corner
Trying to find autonomy or independence
Like you they've disappeared
It's not for me to decide
If or not it's justified
The bottom line is, you lied
And you ****ing left me
Hanging by a thread
But you're still 37
Yes
You're still 37
Yes
You're still 37
No
Oh my god!
Now everything you said to me
Has been placed on the fault line
And the tremor may be coming
So I'm into position
Just like you taught me
Now don't come back and talk to me
If it's condescendingly
Like you disapprove of me
This ain't a ****ing parley
Or are we enemies?
But you're still 37
Yes
You're still 37
Yes
You're still 37
No
Oh my god!
Oh no..
Oh what kind of trust is this?
The only kind I can't resist
The kind that only will exist
When we're five floors higher
You're such a liar
Suddenly I'm back inside
The traps you set and my desires
And the thing that I've realised
I just want to be like you
Then you turned off the lights...
But you're still 37
Yes
You're still 37
Yes
You're still 37
No
Oh my god!
/end
Well I was running up and round
Every ****ing corner
Trying to find autonomy or independence
Like you they've disappeared
It's not for me to decide
If or not it's justified
The bottom line is, you lied
And you ****ing left me
Hanging by a thread
But you're still 37
Yes
You're still 37
Yes
You're still 37
No
Oh my god!
Now everything you said to me
Has been placed on the fault line
And the tremor may be coming
So I'm into position
Just like you taught me
Now don't come back and talk to me
If it's condescendingly
Like you disapprove of me
This ain't a ****ing parley
Or are we enemies?
But you're still 37
Yes
You're still 37
Yes
You're still 37
No
Oh my god!
Oh no..
Oh what kind of trust is this?
The only kind I can't resist
The kind that only will exist
When we're five floors higher
You're such a liar
Suddenly I'm back inside
The traps you set and my desires
And the thing that I've realised
I just want to be like you
Then you turned off the lights...
But you're still 37
Yes
You're still 37
Yes
You're still 37
No
Oh my god!
/end