Just like a little child You're running wild
A man in your life for a day Then you run him away
He cries You lie Soothing his pain
How can one man be such a strain, On one's freedom
He talks of commitment Flowers are sent You laugh at the thought Drink the wine he bought He cries You lie Soothing his pain How can one man be such a strain, on one's freedom You're not sure you even want to see him Nights in his company Your joy is empty He is trying to tie you down You want to play the town
How can one man be such a strain on one's freedom
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Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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Very strong message, I hope you are finally free that’s not healthy for you.