I'm finally free, what more could I want?
Those chains, always taunting me.
Bending me, changing me,
Am I that girl in the picture there?
She looks so different, so pure, so happy.
Why, look at me now, always snapping.
Something I should've done, should I have done it?
'Cause now that it's done, some things have undone.
All those years, what are they now?
A memory? A thought?
Or is it what I did?
I can still feel the burning chains, along every limb,
Wherever I go, they go,
Whether they're merely a dream or something real.
I remember the girl in the photo, so happy, though chained.
Was freedom what I wanted? What I hungered for?
Or was it what I loathed, trying to spend as little time away from the chains,
Just for a sense of safety.
The girls in the photo, that was you and me, or at the very least- what we used to be.
