Exile

You're begging on your knees,
without dirtying you hands.
You want someone to love,
but not someone I can.

Will dare not ask me again.

A trusted friend in my exile...
I'm free in my exile,
I'm free....
A string was born to place;
the fish hooks in my flesh.
You try to draw me in,
but still deny me then.
You're clinging to what I have left.

While I forget in my exile...
I'm free in my exile,
I'm free...

to forget.

I drag these rags and tatters on my feet.
Here a test I know that I can beat.

You say that I am weak,
and kiss the tears always.
You offer what I need,
For more than I can pay.

My choice is who I should betray...

Or to stay in my exile...
I'm free in my exile,
I'm free ... to stay.

I'm free my exile...
I'm free in my exile,
I'm free ... I'm free
Again.