Freedom's not a choice anymore
but all you seem to do is make me sure.
Everyday, always keeping score.
No room to move, No sights to see.
The same old song of you and me
but in all these things, you hold the key.
Your 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 to be free, why'd you choose me?
Day after day, year after year, No sights to see
Just you and me and the cold feeling of being free
I traded my love for sex and lust.
Never thinking about love and trust
but all in all its just another brick in the wall.
No where for is to go, never letting the pain show,
No sights to see.
Just you and me.

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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