Therapist Songtext
von Writing The Future

I, I sit down for a while
Let me tell you about my life
I never gave the one I had today
Another reason for being ashamed
I started at the age of three
Surrounded with solitude, my own family
It′s not the time when I'm just a nine
It was the time I left the past behind

I am collecting scars so deep
I was neglected by my own family
It has become the darkest parts of me
A broken heart, a broken home
Broken memories


I never broke the blood from my niggas side
But my tears were real, I shed them all the time
I couldn′t take it anymore
Nothing was painful like it was before
I could feel how my life slipped away
And there was beyond that forced me to say

I am collecting scars so deep
I was neglected by my own family
It has become the darkest parts of me
A broken heart, a broken home
Broken memories
Broken memories

Collecting scars so deep
I was neglected by my own family
It has become the darkest parts of me
A broken home, a broken heart
Broken memories

I am collecting scars so deep
I was neglected by my own family
It has become the darkest parts of me
A broken heart, a broken home
Broken memories