I am the professional

All I ever wanted was to be what I haunted

That’s when trying only made me exhausted

So blame all the lies I tell on you being well

Sometimes you get burned living in hell

But my scars aren’t real if they don’t heal

You only get stitches if you agree to the deal

Over time I realized a miracle had arrived

I actually believed I was truly alive

Is your advice categorized as medical?

Because baby, I am the professional

My pain is the opposite of vulnerable

I handle my shit even if you’re skeptical

So, don’t think of who you thought I’d be

I honestly don’t care if you ever agree