Physiology of a confused women
Sara has to go to see a phyciatrist because she's distracted. Song-fic. Good Intentions.
"Can you tell me how you feel Sara?" The phycirtrist said. "What I feel? What I…" Sara faced the man.
"# It's hard to rely on my good intentions It's hard to rely on my own good senses There's little relief I'm not afraid things won't get better It's hard to rely on my good intentions There's little relief I can't be hard on you But life gives little relief
When my head's full of things that I can't mention
Seems I usually get things right
But I can't understand what I did last night
When I miss so much that requires attention
I have to laugh at myself sometimes
And I can see that I'm not blind
Give us reprieve
For all the things I've left behind
I'm positive that I'm not blind
But it feels like this has gone on forever
You have to cry with your own blue tears
Have to laugh with your own good cheer
When my head's full of things that I can't mention
Seems I usually get things right
But I can't understand what I did last night
Give us reprieve
Imagining the world outside
I'm positive that I'm not blind
'Cause you know I've been there too
Learned a lot of things from you
Give us reprieve
And when everyone is cold as ice
I clench my fists and close my eyes
Imagining the world outside
But I can see that I'm not blind.#"
