Ayudame Freud

Good afternoon doctor
Good afternoon
Come in
Yes, on the couch please
Make yourself comfortable
Lie down, yes
You're going to think that you've been a bird that's been caged
All your life
And today you're about to open that door
The door of that cage
Come on, with confidence
Tell me what's going on

She lives with me in my unconscious
She owns my past and my present
Her dwelling is my lack of security
And her food is my anxiety
Help me Freud
She steps on each of my steps
Drinks wine with me from the same glass
She's the perfect woman that my mother built
And she's messing with my psychology
Help me Freud

Could it be, doctor
That the straitjacket
Still ties my sanity
That my complexes still don't tear their seams
Or is it that the woman my mother built
Is of very tall stature

Could it be, doctor
That I ask for too much or settle for too little
That I'm still sane or completely crazy
Or is it that life is nothing else
But a cluster of whims

And the one who pays the price
Is always her
The real one
The one who takes care of me
The one who warms me up on my cold nights
The one who waits for me
The one who puts up with me
The enemy of the ghost in my head

They built her pure and intelligent
Good in the kitchen and very decent
So unreal that she would only exist in my mind and nothing more
But I keep comparing her to her
Help me Freud

If she wears a very short skirt, there will be a problem
Because the girl in my head is from a different scheme
If she comes up with an idea
We'll have to see what she says
And she feels like shit
Help me Freud

Could it be, doctor
That the straitjacket
Still ties my sanity
That my complexes still don't tear their seams
Or is it that the woman my mother built
Is of very tall stature

Could it be, doctor
That I ask for too much or settle for too little
That I'm still sane or completely crazy
Or is it that life is nothing else
But a cluster of whims

And the one who pays the price
Is always her
The real one
The one who takes care of me
The one who warms me up on my cold nights
The one who waits for me
The one who puts up with me
The enemy of the ghost in my head

Could it be, doctor
That this only happens to me
Or to everyone
And the doctor replied
No one is saved
From this issue