Bound in by Laws
Hemmed in on all sides
Had no freedom
Had no escape

Sometimes things were too much
And I would break
Go to my room
Open my window
Smell the freedom
And I'd cry

I'd wish every night
That I could escape
To find some freedom
And let my future take shape

I found creative release
And she tried to take it from me
But I could not cease
So I vanished from reality

Sometimes things were too much
And I would break
Go to my room
Open my window
Smell the freedom
And I'd cry

She could not stop me
Although she kept on trying
But as she tries
I will keep on fighting

I learned to reach for my freedom
I learned to release my emotions
But she tried to stop this
Even though it made me feel truly alive

Sometimes things were too much
And I would break
Go to my room
Open my window
Smell the freedom
And I'd cry

She told me I had no talent
And that it wasted my time
But I kept on at it
Didn't think it so big a crime

She tries to rule my life
So whenever she interferes
I retreat to my secret world
Of fantasies and freedom

Sometimes things were too much
And I would break
Go to my room
Open my window
Smell the freedom
And I'd cry

Smell the freedom...

Yeah, it's true my mum wants me to stop writing, but I keep on doing it
because it's my only release from everything...