Kept in the cupboard

It's a habit, nothing more
If you get that, you can walk out the door
And be free
And all that you ever wanted to be

No-one matters but yourself
You shan't listen to nobody else
Just be free
And all that you ever wanted to be

How much more can you endure
Better lonely than anybody's fool
Come be free
And all that you ever wanted to be

Why not be free
And all that you ever wanted to be?

Some write blogs, some have their diary placed under their pillow. Others express themselves in letters.
Me, I write song lyrics. A number of them have been heard, others have been kept hidden in the cupboard until now. All show a part of me - what I am, what I have been, what I want to be.