Freedom?
Wake up in the morning,
And I twiddle my thumbs.
Feeling apprensive about,
What’s yet to come.
Now I’m smoking filters that I,
Found on the ground.
Can’t tell if life’s perfect,
Or if everything’s upside-down.
I’ve got all this freedom,
Not tied to any balls or chains.
But I think this independence,
it’s what’s driving me insane.
Am I selling my soul,
Just to make a dime.
Rethinking if this is really,
How I want to spend my time.
I think about moving,
Somewhere far away.
But something is nagging,
At me to stay.I’ve got all this freedom,
Not tied to any balls or chains.
But I think this independence,
it’s what’s driving me insane.
