I want to be free
I want a life of my own
I want to be
King of my life,
On my independence base my thrown
Freedom will be the motto I'll carve on my crown
Refusing others intervening that might put me down
Until I met these two weird guys; joy and sorrow
With their weird principle of 'when in need… just phone'
I suddenly realised that …I was alone
I’m not made of steal just a human from flesh and bone
I’m not made of glass either and my heart is not of stone
What an expensive price to pay for freedom that is! … To stay alone
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