Meds

Medication
Goodbye
Mother Mary
Heard my cry
Me her
Little one
Me her
Broken Son

Better to live
A week or two
Than a year
Doped through and through
So I've thrown away
Medication
This time for good
Oh meditation

Come to me
Heal my soul
I've had a full year
Feeling whole
Without
The doctors meds
I was a fool again
To them wed

4 weeks
I gave you
4 weeks
I was true
To your
Psychotic ways
Now Christ
Will heal my days