am i free from your spell?
if i do all that you tell?

can i be my own man?
if i follow your plan?

will you finally let go?
if i do as i'm told?

one last passionate night?
then you'll set things all right?

you'll finally unlock me?
teach me to be free?

because i already forgot
the way to not rot.

can i even be
myself and happy?

is the world still
full of goodwill?

if i be who i am
will i be judged as a sham?

as a lone, little person
will my self-esteem worsen?

with every night,
will i wake up in fright?

to the cold, eerie jeers
of my fellow young peers?

will they stab me in the back
for all that i lack?

maybe beaten me dead
for the thoughts in my head?

oh please, i can't stand
if they misunderstand.

maybe i'll be of glee
under your lock and key.

please keep me away
far apart from they

whose only delight
fall in evil and spite.

as your slave i'll remain
throughout all of this pain.

for what matters of liberty
if i still live in misery?

free yet not free
what a horrid reality

when even one's friend
could be cause of one's end.

and even one's brother
could kill one another.

insane they may call me
but it's a fact they don't see

though black and blue
at least i am true
to myself.