Decisions, Decisions, Decisions
They say you're pressured
Into doing it
They say you have
no voice
They say they'll call
you chicken
But me, I chose
for myself
Though I'm not sayin'
It was the right
choice.
Copyright © Alex Brown | Year Posted 2010
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