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Free Pages have turned, bridges have burned, still no lesson has been learned You wrestle the thought, were free and got caught, nothing was sold but you bought The same old story once again Tired of making the scene, feeling like it’s time to come clean, still you’re peeling out the green Plowing ahead full steam, chasing your imaginary dream, oblivious nothing’s as it seems So you run crying to your friend How many times can you sit on a tack Until you decide to spare your back Side Smiling as she’s nailing your heart on the door Draining your soul until you just ain’t got no more Pride Anxieties have no place, my future ain’t got no space, takes more than Chantilly lace You’re not the only opportunity, I’m tight in the community, spare me the impunity Innocence with veiled deception If you had made your bed, we might’ve lasted instead, keep feeding your head But the drama is your inception Bite the hand that feeds, no she takes my arm Bleeding out, holding out hope she’ll still charm Me Aw nah, played that song as I labored with love Can’t afford your future I’m much better off Free Tim Windisch 9/7/2016