Back to Siberia
Siberia.
The place I know.
It is where I belong.
A place for shattered dreams.
A place for tortured heart.
A place for broken souls.
It is where tears are frozen.
With nothing to embrace but cold.
A place where you can cry.
A place where you are alone.
A place where you feel like empty.
A place where your heart felts nothing.
Its Siberia.
A place inside of me.
Bitterness shows it all.
I'm so useless and I'm goin' to fall.
Siberia is where I belong.
Siberia as cold as my feelings inside.
Siberia the place that welcomes me.
by
zatoposted on 09/19/2007
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