freedom

Does he see me standing there, quaking in the cold,

Does he know my secrets, that I've never told,

Does he wonder at my anguish, does he hear my plea?

I stand there silently, wishing, wishing that he would let me be,

I've had enough of his temptations, his lies, and his propositions,

Does he finally understand, does he finnally see,

All I want is for him to go, go away and let me be,

And when he's gone, O! when he's gone, I will finally be free,

Because I've been hideing, I've been liying, I've been someone else,  

But with him gone, gone far away, I will be free,

                   free to be me.