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TherapyOh, whoa, oh, ohOh, whoa, oh, oh I hope we make it in the end Oh, whoa, oh, oh Oh, whoa 3, 2, 1 Therapy So I'm not jumping off the balcony When you're not here I need some therapy I'm gonna fuck it up again I hope we make it in the end Feels like it was yesterday Three years have passed and it's all the same Still calling out my own mistakes Put everything we have at stake Cracks in the fault line Somehow the fault's mine You say I never change But I kill myself just to make you stay Only you make me feel like a loser Only you make me feel like I'm dumb I'm counting down the days till I come back home Counting down the days till I come back home to you 3, 2, 1 Therapy So I'm not jumping off the balcony When you're not here I need some therapy I'm gonna fuck it up again I hope we make it in the end Feels like I'm all I got I give and take and you take it all If I drop my guard would you break your walls Cause we've come too far to watch this fall And I can't let go Put you on a pedestal I know you'll never change But I kill myself just to make you stay Only you make me feel like a loser Only you make me feel like I'm dumb I'm counting down the days till I come back home Counting down the days till I come back home to you 3, 2, 1 Therapy So I'm not jumping off the balcony When you're not here I need some therapy I'm gonna fuck it up again I hope we make it in the end Oh, whoa, oh, oh Oh, whoa, oh, oh I hope we make it in the end Oh, whoa, oh, oh Oh, whoa, oh, oh |