And the question now, is 'why?'
We've lived so long under the belief of freedom,
You wonder why freedom has died.
Why have we made ourselves have to have,
Responsibilities when,
Our greatest desire is to be alone,
To persue exploration,
Into the limits of your comfort zone,
Into the pleasures of your dreams,
Where there's no right or wrong,
When you're doing what you please.
And it's alright,
I understand, somewhat,
You value the life of others so much,
They interfere with the words of your gut.
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