I sometimes look at this many ways,
One of which that I set you free.
Could that be taken the other way,
Freeing not only you but also me?
I just don't feel this fits,
I don't know, it may be true,
But I don't think you understand;
You see, I'm still hooked on you.
These chains that cut into my skin,
Holding me here so damn tight;
I know how to sever them,
But I refuse to put up thatfight.
I may be free to do as I will,
The chains may no longer bind me,
But I'll always be chained to you,
I guess I'll never truly be free...
One of which that I set you free.
Could that be taken the other way,
Freeing not only you but also me?
I just don't feel this fits,
I don't know, it may be true,
But I don't think you understand;
You see, I'm still hooked on you.
These chains that cut into my skin,
Holding me here so damn tight;
I know how to sever them,
But I refuse to put up that
I may be free to do as I will,
The chains may no longer bind me,
But I'll always be chained to you,
I guess I'll never truly be free...




