Freedom's not a choice anymore
but all you seem to do is make me sore.
Everyday, sitting there just keeping score

No room to move, No sights to see.
The same old song of you and me
and in all the songs you hold the key.

The hidden thoughts I see in your eyes
but I never disassembled your disguise.
How am I to react to your dreary lies?

If love was really meant to be free, Why'd you ever choose me?
Day after day, Year after year, No sights to see.
Just you and me and the cold feeling of being free.

I trade my love for sex and lust.
Never thinking about love and trust
and think about how I can and I must.

Nowhere left for us to go.
Never letting all the pain show.
Just letting this aching suspicion grow

No sights to ever clearly see.
All that's left is just you and me
and this dark hole in my reality.

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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