Day by day, for over a year or so,
Every day I wake up and take a small dose.
There’s this poison I need, a drug I live on,
I’ve tried to go without once, but that went wrong.
With care I go on, step by step,
Writing plans for myself that don’t work now.
I’ve learned to accept that not all will approve,
Of who I am, what I stand for, and what I want to do.
I’ve learned to accept that not all will understand,
Of who I defend, what I say, and where I want to go.
This poison of mine has become very special;
I love the feeling of it in my veins.
Sometimes it stings, it hurts once inside,
But this poison I have, This is Mine.
It doesn’t affect my plans,
It doesn’t change who I am,
So this poison I have, This is Mine.
I don’t depend on it,
I keep it by choice,
See this poison I have… This is Mine.
My stock is running low and I won’t get a refill
For in this moment the prescription ran out.
My doctor says I’m better without it,
I should take care of myself,
But this poison I had… This was mine.
I still have the prescription, it’s valid for another month,
But for now I’ll just keep it, in case I relapse.