Free
Pages have turned, bridges have burned, still no lesson has been learned
You wrestle the thought, were free and got caught, nothing was sold but you bought
The same old story once again
Tired of making the scene, feeling like it’s time to come clean, still you’re peeling out the green
Plowing ahead full steam, chasing your imaginary dream, oblivious nothing’s as it seems
So you run crying to your friend
How many times can you sit on a tack
Until you decide to spare your back
Side
Smiling as she’s nailing your heart on the door
Draining your soul until you just ain’t got no more
Pride
Anxieties have no place, my future ain’t got no space, takes more than Chantilly lace
You’re not the only opportunity, I’m tight in the community, spare me the impunity
Innocence with veiled deception
If you had made your bed, we might’ve lasted instead, keep feeding your head
But the drama is your inception
Bite the hand that feeds, no she takes my arm
Bleeding out, holding out hope she’ll still charm
Me
Aw nah, played that song as I labored with love
Can’t afford your future I’m much better off
Free
Tim Windisch
9/7/2016
