Like roses can’t live forever and they’ve been cut by the stem
 Wild [bad word] through the fields of choices
 Have you ever seen a mustang…inside of it
 You’re free to go 
 Make it on your own
 But it does not mean that I don’t love you
 You’re free to live and hopefully we will forgive each other
 But it does not mean, it will never mean that I don’t love you
 Because I do

 In Manhattan, these raindrops hit me before the ground
 And those little raindrops, when things get heavy
 Even they fall from a cloud…from a cloud
 You’re free to go 
 Make it on your own
 But it does not mean that I don’t love you
 You’re free to live and hopefully we will forgive each other
 But it does not mean, it will never mean that I don’t love you
 Because I do

 You’re free to go 
 Make it on your own
 But it does not mean that I don’t love you
 You’re free to live and hopefully we will forgive each other
 But it does not mean, it will never mean that I don’t love you.