I want to be set free.
Is there hope to find a key?
I guess I don’t have to worry about losing my sanity.
But I’ve been trying for so long, why can’t I be me?
So as I wait to witness the beauty of the world shine, I’ll hope I don’t run out of time.
And maybe I’ll be lucky enough to call someone mine.
But until I can melt my heart of stone I guess I’m stuck frozen in time.