Choices Are a Burden
Choices are never easy
Even when they're expected
Things sound cheezy
When no one is respected
Each detail makes you queasy
Your brain becomes clouded
Every nook and cranny
Has now been infected
We know deep down, we might be crazy
But with each detail, it will be debated
Our endgame needs to end with everyone happy
But what happens when we are self destructed?
Our knees turn to jelly
For it is nearly decided
The answer makes me uneasy
Because it was you I wanted
You're all I can see
If only I never hesitated
I could love you freely
and now I daily, am reminded
That it was never meant to be you and me
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