And to think of those with one choice, already chosen for them
When I have freedom
My freedom is prison
The clock moves forward
Everyday
it keeps taking me back
to that loneliest hour
I can’t stop breathing, even if I tried
Something in the air just weighs me down
A flower watered to death.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
And to think of those with one choice, already chosen for them
When I have freedom
My freedom is prison
The clock moves forward
Everyday
it keeps taking me back
to that loneliest hour
I can’t stop breathing, even if I tried
Something in the air just weighs me down
A flower watered to death.
