Not The Doctor

I don’t want to be the filler if the void is solely yours.
I don’t want to be your glass of single malt whiskey hidden in the bottom drawer.
I don’t want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine.
Lend me some fresh air.

I don’t want to be adored for what I merely represent to you.
I don’t want to be your babysitter you’re a very big boy now.
I don’t want to be your mother I didn’t carry you in my womb for nine months.
Show me the back door.

~Alanis Morissette~ Not The Doctor

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