Interior Demeanour

My psych says I'm a rescuer An empathetic victim For taking on my partner's shit 'Cause I sit there and listen I tend to ignore warning signs 'Cause I don't want to see them And she says that's because of My interior demeanor Give it time, give it time, give it time You'll be fine, you'll be fine, you'll be fine I can't see any way Out of this head space I enter my appointments Greeted by a box of tissues An hour is too short a time To get through all my issues My problems are so minuscule In terms of the big picture But I have lost control Of my emotional convictions Give it time, give it time, give it time You'll be fine, you'll be fine, you'll be fine I can't see any way Out of this head space I'm here on referral I just want to work through Things with someone I don't know I don't need a prescription But my disposition Has never been so low I struggle to assert myself So I suppress and censor But gradually it boils up And starts to drive me mental I've noticed my relationships All follow this trajectory I love you till the day I die Until it is too much for me Give it time, give it time, give it time You'll be fine, you'll be fine, you'll be fine I can't see any way Out of this head space Give it time, give it time, give it time You'll be fine, you'll be fine, you'll be fine I can't see any way Out of this head space