It never ceases to amaze me,
That you think im unfit,
to live alone in this cruel world,
to live alone in it.
Years have sharpened the features,
upon my baby face,
I no longer totter like a child,
though im not blessed with grace.
Ive loved and i have lost,
and then ive loved again,
ive been an angel, ive been a saint,
but then again ive sinned.
Please just let me go,
Freedom i cry to you,
I love him and I need him,
Let me do as I do.
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