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Therapy Goat


I am the therapy friend 

Never asked how I am doing

I never see the end

The conversation always end in crying

 

My heart aches 

When I hear what they're going through

But I have no breaks

Just have to help until they know what's true

 

I take their secrets to the grave

So they don't have to do it alone

But what about me why do I have to be brave

I can't even cry in my own home

 

I listen to every problem they give

Help any way I can

And I just try to live

With all their troubles in my hand

 

The world on my shoulders 

Their hurt in my heart

I undermine their scolders

Just trying to do my part

 

They’re more important 

If they don't know the truth

I’ll hurt and be their informant

 

I sit and bleat words of comfort

Scripture is what I manly quote

But I will always secretly hurt

I am their Therapy Goat

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