Freedom

I don't need your hand because I've already got one plus a spare
And I do not need your breath, a surplus of diseased air

Depression is kind of catchy, makes a great bass guitar string
Of notes that only I can hear, because I'll never show you
Like mother like daughter, I think you already know
Because I know about that time you took too many
And you had to know I'd try it too, so predictable this place

A world of broken mirrors, I punched and cracked my reflection
Bleeding hands, I grasp the sands, time quickens self neglection

Catch a falling star and crush it into dust, I can't fucking save your skies
When you say freedom is life, and that all you do is spread your arms and leap
From whatever is the highest, escape is found in first flight
And I will ask if it is contradictive, that the instructions say
To kill myself, to live..

But I will follow in your footsteps, I can't choose my own way
If you leave then I will leave, and if you don't then mebbie I'll stay