Can't you tell that I don't care
As you talk for countless hours
All of this just isn't fair
As the happiness I had turns sour

Your problems were not mine
As you draped them across my shoulders
But I try patiently to be kind
As the hours left in the day grow shorter

I'm sick of being your therapist
At least they get good pay
I sit here and make a mental list
Of all the stupid shit you say

I'm tired of being kind
I have my own problems to think about
My life isn't just fine
Without your problems I want to rip my hair out

Then you come around
Needing someone's shoulder to cry
I can't stand the sound
Or the tears that grace you eyes

This is all you seem to do
As you sit and mope for hours
Bitch about the people who have wronges you
You're nothing but a coward

So why don't you just shut up
And deal with life on your own
Why don't you quit being a slut
I mean shit you're fucking grown

I'm weary of your presence
The disrespect that you've shown me
You never make any sense
I know exactly why you're lonely

You're such a stupid bitch
I'm so fed up with your voice
Some habits are so hard to kick
But now I have a choice

I want you to know that I'm not sorry
As your face contacts my fist
I'm sick of you always coming to me
I'm not your damned psychiatrist