freedom shot
By a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad. •
freedoms shot
im gone im out
ill lower my scream to a shout
im pissed im burned
im tired and scorned
ill give up and try again later
after ive picked up the peices
and all my needs are catered
ill tell you know youll never have me back
my hearts not even mine
im sorry its such a cold harsh fact
but its locked away and paraded around
by a guy that doesnt know
by him it was found.
no ones at fault
maybe except me
i allow my freedom to be caught
beat, strapped, and shot.