Siberian morn..
Benumbed by the frigid gusts,
the Winter is here.

**** me slowly. With your love, or lack there of.. Nothing matters anymore. I am just lost at sea. With nothing but a memory, a glimpse, of what could be.
My heart will turn to rust, dissolving into dust..
What will my heart's place hold?
I'm not quite sure, I'm not myself.. And my insides feel so cold.
The salty water on my lips tastes like sorrow.. It ties my heart in knots.
Pain is creeping up my throat, and haunting all my thoughts.
Tell me that you need me, tell me that you care..
Tell me you'll be there.
For the mere moment of peace is worth your lies.. Your deceit.
Fooling me into thinking, without you, I am incomplete.
Oh darling, I am incomplete.

The brain doctors cannot fix her.
Don't you tell me that they can.
I've eaten every antidote, and shut her up with medicine.
I have done just as they taught me.
I carved out every imperfection, every sin.

I dissected her identity.
I cut her mind up until there was nothing left.

Nothing left but a body.

The "drug".
It takes me away, to a much higher place.
Away from society that wants to shove lies in my face.
Away from the anger, that builds in my veins.
Away from the politics, medication, and pain.
It brings me to a peaceful land.
It brought me to art, taught me to use my hands.
It brought me to music, let me lift my voice because I can.
It brought me to myself, told me, take a stand.
The "drug", it is my medicine.
The "drug", the Earth, it saved me.

The girl was a troubled one.
Broken, so it seemed.
Just when they all thought she was done.
She grasped her hopes and dreams.

She held on tightly to her strength.
She let her burdens go.
The girl learned from each of her many mistakes.
The girl began to grow.

She continued her journey and became a mother.
She never knew such wonder.
The girl had learned love, the biggest lesson of all.
The girl.
The girl became a woman.