My heart and mind live on my burning desire
The very same desire that someone doesn’t want me to acquire.
That someone requires me to be something I’m not
But she doesn’t understand me; she doesn’t know exactly what I want.
I thought I was free, I thought I would be
The one who makes the choice, no one else, just me…
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
My heart and mind live on my burning desire
The very same desire that someone doesn’t want me to acquire.
That someone requires me to be something I’m not
But she doesn’t understand me; she doesn’t know exactly what I want.
I thought I was free, I thought I would be
The one who makes the choice, no one else, just me…
Throwback. Career dilemma.
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