Therapy.

If you hold my hand,
I won't follow you home.
Put your arm around my shoulder.

I won't beg you to come,
I just want to get home.
I'll wait until I'm much older.

No good, rotten hearts
Only want to be done wrong
When they could just move along.

Therapy, and a good old stare
At the wall could cure you,
Or straight up abuse you.