I would willingly trade places
For any normal suburban life
But that would be just another trap
And that is not what I crave
I crave freedom
I long for my own free will
I tired of being tolled what to do
What to say
Whom to speak to
I long for every thing that I cannot get inside my cage
I will slam the wall
Scream and cry
But I will not be your golden child anymore
Copyright 2000 Emotional Chaos
