you sit alone at home, waiting for the phone to ring
to bring you a dream, or so it seems
but your dreams are on hold until you grow old
so you’re told
you gotta, you gotta break free
it’s like you know your soul and you have to break free
if you’re running out of breath and you don’t believe
the lies you breathe
you’re scratching surface wounds
scratching surface wounds, that cut deep
you gotta, you gotta break free
it’s written in your soul, and you know you gotta break free
you sit alone at home
waiting for the phone to ring to bring you that dream
if only you had dreams
if only you had a dream
you gotta, you gotta break free
it’s written in your soul, and you know you have to break free
written long ago, and you’ve always known, you gotta break free
break free