~Freedom~
Feeling the single winds
Reminds me of my past sins
but I don't care about her ideals
I'm so tired of her "for realz?"
That I could break this guitar
And walk over and burn down that bar
/Freedom, freedom
Everyone got methods
I got lifestyles
Freedom, Freedom
She got personals,
I got bloody kitchen tiles
Lost in the, Lost in the
Reminders of her touch
I gotta give this up/
Living the live shows
Walking through Sohos,
but she don't care about my day
she just care about her own pain
I could break this guitar
and go and hug that wonderful bar
/
I remember the first,
she remembers the last
I remember the kiss,
She forgets it's from our past
I smile about the days
She lies about the ways
that i carried myself
She forgets herself
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