Mr. Therapy

While searching for the answer
I forgot the question
Tired of these circles I make
Around myself
'Cause I have a way to break everything
Inside
I think I’ve reached the end, could no longer pretend
I’m fine
Sometimes I feel like a zombie
Can you fix me, Mr. Therapy?
I hope it’s not too late for me
So can you fix me, Mr. Therapy?
Maybe it’s my father
That left with me these issues
I guess seeing my mother cry too many times
Left me confused
I need new medicine, or maybe some new skin
Somewhere else to hide
Maybe my soul has a glitch, maybe some past-life shit
Can you see it in my eyes, doctor?
Sometimes I feel like a zombie
Can you fix me, Mr. Therapy?
I hope it’s not too late for me
So can you fix me, Mr. Therapy?
Wish I could go back
Crawl back in the womb
Where everything was good
And everything was good
Now I’m so lost
While trying to find my way
To me
Take my money, tell me what you see
'Cause I’m too blind to see it for me
Here’s my struggle, it’s all in here
All you gotta do is find the key
I can trust you, now I paid
Hope to God you’re not a mistake
'Cause only the sick come to this place
Should I stop, then turn away?
Yeah, I’m scared
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here
Why you cross your legs in front of me?
Have I accepted that I’m going crazy?
Whoa, so many books
No past-condescending looks
I don’t care, the doctor said it would work
So tell me
Can you fix me, can you fix me, uh, Mr. Therapy?
Sometimes I feel like a zombie
Can you fix me, Mr. Therapy?
I hope it’s not too late for me
So can you fix me, Mr. Therapy?
Sometimes I feel like a zombie
Can you fix me, Mr. Therapy?
I hope it’s not too late for me
So can you fix me, Mr. Therapy?