Smile Empty Soul - Therapy

too many weeds in the flowerstoo many pills in the pharmacy nowtoo many bugs in the showerthere's too much shit in the air we breathe nowthere's too much anger inside methere's too much scarring when i bleedthere's too much therapy i needthere is no god that i have seenthere's too much doubt in my mom's wordsthere's too much fear in the way she sees lifei wonder if i'm just like heri wonder if i can make myself right you try to help you listen wellyou cannot change the way i see