Free

I know a man who wants his name to be independence
He wants to walk down the highway alone
He said he never wants to know the meaning of the word dependence
He said living this way he would never go wrong
He’d be free from love, free from me
But I see a man struggling with acceptance
Struggling with the words, daddy please come home
I see a man standing backwards on the frontline
Backwards on the front line of battlefields of dreams gone wrong
BUT he’s free from LOVE AND he’s free. My baby is free of me. And now I’m
standing on the outside of his existence
Standing on that battlefield of my own
And somewhere down the road my name became independence
I got to tell you, now baby, there ain’t nothing going wrong because I’m free
from your love. I’m free from me