Even though I obtained it, I was still unsatisfied, and ran out again. The curtain was cut and dropped; ring the bell without any hesitation. How many will I steal before I’m satisfied? I can’t even predict. I’ll teach this reasoning to your anxious back.
Freedom is a sweet, vague thing, like an illusion. It’s an existence impossible without restraint, and I’m deeply in love with it. In this closed-off world, there’s no such thing as perfection. So accept this chosen, necessary resistance.
What I won smiles with two faces. I set a lovely, ugly trap and continue to lurk.
Freedom is a sweet, vague thing, like an illusion. It’s an existence impossible without restraint, and I’m deeply in love with it. In this closed-off world, there’s no such thing as perfection. So accept this chosen, necessary resistance.
The small possibility I found within the bars of a prison cell, In the tranquility that envelops me as if I were captured.