Pleased To Meet Me

They say that in your twenties,
You try and find yourself,
Does that mean that when you're thirty,
You'll be somebody else?
Well I've taken many chances, I've taken many pills,
I've had my share of expensive mistakes and cheap thrills.

Now I say, pleased to meet me!
How am I? Can I help me?
I must try...
Going crazy, my oh my!
Just me, myself and I...

I went down to the doctor,
So she could read my head,
She couldn't give me answers,
She just asked me how I felt.
I said: "I feel pretty strange, I feel kinda queer.
Isn't that the reason why people visit here?"

She said there's a connection,
Between my present and my past,
She asked if I would mind,
If she conducted a little test.
She showed me all the bad things,
That I have suppressed,
I said the bad things are the sad things,
That caused all this stress.

She took me to my dark side,
It wasn't hard to find,
We chatted up the ghosts,
In the attic of my mind.
I wrestled with my loneliness,
My rejection as a child,
Doctor can you help me?
I am not the counselling kind!