Malpractice

Back and forth, back and forth, then around in a circle;
I'm not even sure which way is up anymore.
Every time I try to take another step forward
You dig in your heels and drag me right back through the door.

Then comes the second guessing and the hasty reanalysis:
Did you hurt me or am I a hypochondriac?
I had my doubts and questions, so I ran it past my lawyer
Who looked over all the evidence and told me you're a quack.

EXHIBIT A.

You couldn't find a pulse, so you told me that there wasn't one;
A straight up case of heartlessness, I wouldn't be the first.
How fortunate I was to have so gracious a practitioner.
Who else would want to deal with all these problems at their worst?

Well here's a newsflash doc, I think my guts are made of metal
Cuz each needle that you jab me with just breaks and falls apart.
This tin man since has learned that her construction is exemplary.
These feelings aren't malfunctions; they've been warnings from the start.

EXHIBIT B.

So you tried to play the shrink, and you said there were some issues
That if only I would work out, maybe we could start again,
But I looked at the prescription and I got this weird suspicion
'Bout how high the price had got for anyone to call you friend.

You want me to change, but you don't want to give up anything;
Do you think that fixing this falls squarely onto me?
Cause pal if I'm the only one who's pulling her own weight
It won't last long (and no that's not a threat, it's just a guarantee.)

I've been far too nice for my own good so far, I fear;
But it's no longer an issue, cause the problem stops right here.
I've tried to clean thus wound, but now the gangrene's setting in,
So instead of losing myself, I'd rather just cut off this limb!

Back and forth, back and forth, then around in a circle,
I'm pretty sure I'm done with this repetitive routine.
I've scrutinized myself, and though I know I'm far from perfect,
I don't need you to consult on what you think is wrong with me.

Sometimes I am blunt, and yes I know I can be calculating,
But that doesn't mean my feelings don't mean anything.
I'm not saying you don't care about me, but it's pretty clear to see
Your interests more lean toward what you think you could make me be.