Yeah
This is a studio in Metropolitan Avenue, at Lorimer Street
Yeah, sunny day
Well, I got three months to write a song, to write a song for you
And Im gonna take my time and say exactly what I mean
Damn, seems like writing songs is a lot like being in prison
And I realize that the only one who put me there is me, yeah
Got to break free, I need to break free
But I only changed my mind again and then Im left behind
Oh, I wish that I could make up my mind again this time
But my brain is still in black and white
Oh, I think I used this melody one thousand times before
And the worst part is that Im not sure if Im the one who wrote it
Probably stole it from some song my mommy used to sing me
Maybe its just something off the radio or TV
I got to break free, I need to break free
Cause I cannot take the pain of being locked up this way
One day youll find me in paradise, Ill be saying what I need to say
One more time, alright
Say anything you want, to do anything you need
Say what you mean, do what you mean
Oh, please, please, please
Got to break free
Ive so got to breathe, but I always lose my mind
And then Im standing inline
I cant remember the last time I truly said what was on my mind
And I dont mean to waste your time
I wish that I could truly break free some time
But freedom is hard to find
Freedoms hard to find
Baby, Im trying
Baby, I think Im dying