You expect me to lay down and confess
Over something that causes me stress.

You tell me there are ways to fix me
News check- I don't wanna be free!

You put a knife at my throat and tell me to stay calm,
But you've got me tied to a suicide bomb!

You cut me open just to look at what's inside
And I feel like I just died...

You tell me that I'm gonna be okay
But I can already see the grey.

Therapy,
You have always been my enemy.