Free
Stupid girl, wears her heart on her sleeve Neither her words go through a sieve She says whats on her mind Expecting the world to be kind Yet the world is not the nicest place For ones who refuse to wear other face She tried to fit in the mould they made Yet every mould would break When she tried looking for the right mould She realised they could not hold All that she was and all that she could be For she was born to be free...