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choices, its the choices that we make that carry us home
in the end youre only responsible for your own
maybe one day someone else will believe
who knows soon maybe someone else will see
its a tragedy
a pitiful blasphemy
but it corresponds with everything im told
thoughts, thoughts carried out on a whim and not on a limb
its the same thoughts that cripple your head
why does everyone refuse to believe
who knows soon maybe everyone will see
its a tragedy
a pitiful blasphemy
but it matches all the feelings in my head
maybe i shouldnt stress so much
because in the game of life
nobody really makes it out alive
and i could just be wasting time
but who knows
its a tragedy
its a tragedy
when you dont know the feelings in your head