No therapy, please.

I can tell that you still love her.
When you speak of her, your eyes are full of love.
Your smile feels as though it has flown over there and your lips touching hers.
Your expression is a dead give away. 

Don't lie to me by saying that you don't.
I can't believe she has foolishly fell for those words.
Maybe you are over that her.
But I can feel that your heart's not here with this. 

In words you may say.
In music you may play.
But is it true, I honestly can't tell.
I'm afraid I dare not believe anymore.

I knew she was walking the plank,
even with those blind folds on,
why do I feel like this has happened before.
Wait, it has.
It always has been like this.
She constantly waltz into a pit of pain.
She always saw it coming,
yet she still fell for it. 

Can she start having phobia as well.  

Yes, please immediately already.

No therapy, please.