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Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..? I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices I can't ever make up my mind I always feel myself in a bind At times I think I know what I want Then I realize my life is not written in that font I go to someone and ask for advice It seems every time it comes with some sort of price The people I ask are the people that care The rest of them aren't even aware Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed Some people think they understand Where I am coming from its in my own hand While all these choices are floating around I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground The choices are so great, the choices are so far I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par. Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . ..? |
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life is about choices |
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Thanks$s |
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Thank's with all my heart |
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Welcome |
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