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I used to dream of a day when you,

Would love me the way that i wanted you to

That I would walk in a room

And your head would turn

And you would want me

But I wouldn't want you.

Now I realise, now I see,

I never really needed that day to come to me

I just needed to love myself

To get back my self esteme

I have a look within my eyes

That you could never give to me.

I'm free baby,

I'm free.