03 - I'm not a good therapist

If every time we fuck you're going to cry again,
About a boy or a man or a dream that I don't know,
Maybe it's best I kill you now to be done with it then.
Speak your rotten mind and find a way to show
What I can do to release this chain from the necks of men,
That clearly bleach your mind as a field of snow.
I'm tired of dealing with you after every tryst,
I’m here for body not mind, not to be your therapist.