My therapy starts
By this Reflection
If you want to get out
Of hell
You must be willing to
Walk through it
I don't know
If I died
Or the hollow inside
Killed my pride
I was trapped
I burst into tears
Those bitter tears
That flow from contempt
So I went back,
To the places
Where I had lost that
I never wanted
I remembered
When I ran away
I felt the misfortunes
Of morbid thoughts
I was trapped
I burst into tears
Those bitter tears
That flow from contempt
(Oh...)
The most important journey has happened inside, where my brain and heart divide.