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.