Good afternoon, doctor
Good afternoon, go ahead
Yes, on the sofa please
Make yourself comfortable, lie down, yes
You are going to think that you have been a bird that has been caged
br/>Throughout his life
And today he is about to open that door
The door of that cage
Come on, with confidence
Tell me what's happening to you
She lives with me in my unconscious
She is the owner of my past and my present
Her home is my lack of security
And her food is my anxiety
Help me Freud< br/>She steps on each of my steps
She drinks the wine next to me and from the same glass
She is the perfect woman that Mom created for me
And she is screwing up my psychology, Help me Freud
br/>It will be a doctor
That the straitjacket
It still continues to bind my sanity
That my complexes have not yet torn its seam
Or it will be that the woman who built me u200bu200bbreast
He is very tall in stature
It could be a doctor
That I ask for a lot or that I am satisfied with little
That I am still sane or I am totally crazy
Or it could be that life is no different thing
That a bunch of cravings
And the one who pays for the broken dishes, it is always she
The one who really cares
The one who takes care of me
The one who warms me in my nights that are so cold and very decent
So unreal that it would exist in my mind and nothing more
But I insist on comparing her with her
Help me Freud
If she wears the skirt too short there will be a problem
Well, the girl in my head is from a different scheme
If an idea occurs to her
We'll have to see what she says
And she feels like shit
Help me Freud< br/>It will be a doctor
That this happens only to me
Or to everyone
And the doctor answered me
There is no one who is saved from this matter