End of CBT? My whole life is one giant CBT sesh.
And when your mind is dead Empty eyes sit in your head
And you sense there's nothing left With every passing breath
But you soldier on each day Why should thoughts get in the way?
There's a place for you right here 'Cuz conformity hides fear
I'd say to you
I'd say to you "just try to change" Empty minds can fill again
We're not doomed by any fate And it will never be too late