Breaking Free
Hiro Fujiwara owns Maid Sama, not me.
I used to love you
I never knew why
When all you did was prove yourself right and berate me too
For something I never did defy
So I sounded like a lady
And behaved like one too
But how was anyone to know or even see
I had a heart more beautiful than you?
I may not be a pocket Hercules
Or the star striking stunner
But it's doubtless that I'm the one to you whom I enjoy to please
I follow your barking orders, there and here
You may not respect me
For I am too weak
I can't believe it; for that is the leader
You desperately wanted to seek
You never really needed me
And for that I do not care
For years and eons of moping and weeping
Would never get me there
So I am off to greener pastures
Where life may not be that high
But I will smell the flowers and see the rain
And all the life's moments swishing by
I care no longer for gems and gold
As you call devotion
For the future is bright and strong it will hold
As I follow my premonition
As I follow my true calling
I may never know where it may lead
But all I do know is success and the trees
All emerged from little seeds.
