Chosen

I tore up the rules last Tuesday Vanished on a midnight train The silence pressed against my shoulders Couldn’t tell if I’d won or gone insane Freedom’s shallow when it only Means no chains upon your skin I was drowning in my choices With no voice to let me in They said I could be anyone, a thousand different faces But I’m running out of reasons, running out of places Give me two kinds of free One for the rebel, one for the dream Let me burn, but also let me breathe Give me two kinds of free Not just the key, but the open sea I want to choose, and I want to be chosen I killed the map, I cracked the window Told my fear to face the floor But in the ruins I discovered I still craved a little more They said I could be anyone, I could wear a crown But it’s empty when there’s no one around Give me two kinds of free One for the rebel, one for the dream Let me burn, but also let me breathe Give me two kinds of free Not just the key, but the open sea I want to choose, and I want to be chosen I want a world that pulls me closer But still lets me walk away I want the walls that keep me standing But doors that don’t betray Give me two kinds of free One for the rebel, one for the dream Give me the fire, and the melody Give me two kinds of free Not just the key, but the open sea I want to choose, and I want to be chosen