To Be Free

Once in a house on a hill, a Boy got angry. He broke into my heart. For a day and a night, I stayed Beside him Until I had no hope. So I came down the hill. Of course I was hurt, but then I started To think. It shouldn't hurt me to be free. It's what I really need To pull myself together. But if it's so good being free, Would you mind telling me Why I don't know what to do with myself? There's a bar by the dock where I Found myself Drinking with this man. He offered me a cigarette and I accepted 'cause it's been a very long time. As it burned 'til the end, I thought of the boy no one could ever Forget. It shouldn't hurt me to be free. It's what I really need To pull myself together. But if it's so good being free, Would you mind telling me Why I don't know what to do with myself? To pull myself together. But if it's so good being free, Would you mind telling me Why I don't know what to do with myself? To pull myself together. But if it's so good being free, Would you mind telling me Why I don't know what to do with myself?