therapy

too many weeds in the flowers
too many pills in the pharmacy now
too many bugs in the shower
there's too much shit in the air we breathe now

there's too much anger inside me
there's too much scarring when i bleed
there's too much therapy i need
there is no god that i have seen

there's too much doubt in my mom's words
there's too much fear in the way she sees life
i wonder if i'm just like her
i wonder if i can make myself right

you try to help
you listen well
you cannot change the way i see


You see these cuts and bruises
Isnt this all so ammusing
I feel the emptiness of just another day in hell

My life is so confusing
Do this to myself im losing
I guess im only proving what every one can see but me

And i wont let myself be happy
I cut myself just to feel the pain
Im going down and noone can save me
Im going down and noone can save me

I am cold my legs are shaking
Theres no hope right now im begging
Just one sign to show me someone out there really cares
My clothes are soaked up crying
Theres no doubt i know im dying
I did this to myself and thats the part i cant believe

And i wont let myself be happy
I cut myself just to feel the pain
Im going down and noone can save me

These cuts and bruises are all self inflicted
These cuts and bruises are all self inflicted

And i wont let myself be happy
I cut myself just to feel the pain
Im going down and noone can save me