Freedom (Seeking Cyrus: The Final Chapter)

No longer will you see him

Hiding in the shadows

Lying in the back of the classroom

Nor living in my shoes


No longer will you see him

Running through my pages

Zooming around my pencil

Nor living inside of me


No longer will you see him

Climbing to the surface

Eating other victims

Launched into a depression


In fact you won't see him

Because he's flying away

Taking an old path

As fallen angels before him have


He's no longer here

I said goodbye

Took him off my back

Released him to the sky

My body still intact

Now its only me

How wonderul it is

To be free, free, free

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