Your Choice
The ending for all of us inevitably will be the same
The choices we make define how we played the game
In my mind, poorly disguised is the edge
Do we pull back or plunge over the ledge
Indecision might well be a spinal
The decision is nevertheless final
You live your way, I'll live mine
Possibly, it will all turn out fine
In the beginning, we all start innocently without shame
Lose yourself in the middle, there's no one else to blame
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