You'll Be Free

No one heard this plea Try and forget me You are better off without Someone who cries and pouts

Your god will help you Try and forget the shit you've been through No one shall have mercy For a torn down soul like me

Follow your own power And try to keep from wilting flowers Because death will soon find Another heart that is kind

Can anyone hear me? Maybe I just can't see That you don't want me So, go, without me you'll be free

By: Mika Buell February 28, 2001 9:20 p.m.