TERAPIJA Lyrics – Barbara Bobak

TERAPIJA Lyrics Meaning

[Uvod]
This is like someone crying out to be saved, begging for a second chance at life. It sets a dramatic and emotional tone, like they’re stuck in darkness and want someone to pull them out.

[Prva strofa]
She’s asking if he even bothered taking his meds last night, like questioning if he’s trying at all. Then she wonders how much of anything—pills, actions, effort—would be enough to make up for all the wrongs he’s done. She’s already said she’s giving up on him, but his toxic reputation still follows her around too. It’s not just his name getting dragged—she feels the weight of his mess just by being close to him.

[Predrefren]
She paints a picture of chaos—crashed cars and whiskey bottles lying on the floor. She’s clearly exhausted, wondering if he even knows how to drink water like a normal person, not always relying on alcohol. Every couple of days, he’s doing something so reckless, it’s like he’s one foot in the grave. She’s emotionally drained and just can’t keep doing this anymore.

[Refren]
She calls herself his therapy—she’s the one who’s there when he hits rock bottom. Even when he lies, she still somehow believes in him. She’s the one picking up his broken pieces, covering for him, paying the price—whether it’s emotionally or even literally. She gives him life when he can’t manage on his own. She’s in his blood, like a life-saving medicine, and wants him to know she’s not just any woman. While others mess him up or abandon him, she’s the one who steps in like emergency help and gives him what he needs to survive.

[Druga strofa]
Now she’s wondering if anyone really knows the real him—or if he’s even honest with himself. She’s hoping he’ll finally stop and admit he’s done enough damage. She uses the image of cats in the dark—they all look the same, but when you gather them up, do any of them actually matter? It’s like saying all his bad decisions and wild nights blend together, and none of them really add value to his life or make him whole.

[Predrefren]
Again, she points to the disaster—broken cars, whiskey everywhere, the same old destructive habits. She’s asking again if he can just drink water instead, symbolizing basic self-care or even just choosing life over self-destruction. He’s living dangerously, always close to death, and she’s at her breaking point from constantly watching it unfold.

[Refren]
Once again, she says she’s the one holding him up when he crashes. Even when he lies to her face, she keeps believing in him. She picks him up from rock bottom and pays the emotional cost. She’s like his medicine, in his blood, a part of him now. She tells him not to compare her with other women—she’s the one doing the real, hard work of saving him. While others get him drunk or leave him worse off, she’s the one who shows up like emergency care and brings him back.

[Refren]
And again, she reminds him—she’s the one who doesn’t give up. No matter how much he messes up, lies, or crashes, she’s the one there, putting him back together. She covers for him, gives him strength, and keeps him going. She’s like a drug in his veins, but in the sense of healing, not harming. She’s tired, but she’s the only one truly fighting for his life.