pull me out from the wreckage

i'll face the music
even if i know it will make me sick
i'll stand up proud
even if i feel alone in the crowd
i'll get down on my knees
even if i'm aware of all the risks
i'll dance to your tune
even if i'll be losing the moon

this voice is not my choice
what i choose is what i lose
am i a fool?
just another tool?

i'm a freeman but i'm lost.


*a bull in a china shop full of heart-shaped boxes.