Carried by a wind that sweeps you off your feet
Finding freedom in the release
While the heart finds little bits of peace
But you can't speak a word, keep your mouth shut
Throw it away like a cigarette butt
They won't understand any of this
they won't appreciate your new found bliss
Carry it around in your secret place
and they won't see the contentment on your face
Because they don't want you to find joy
in that thing they used to destroy
You always lead, never follow,
but suddenly this is too much to swallow
Happiness often comes with a price,
and you've already made your choice.
Shhh...
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