There it is
The perfect possibility
The endless choice
To choose
To stop choosing

I belive my own lies
My friends belive in the right to die
But they don't know
To constantly have to be choosing
To keep choosing
And there is just too much in a life

So there it is
Always, always
The possibility
Standing over my shoulder
With a black cape and a scythe
A smile of perfect freedom
Like she'd save me from my life

I don't want to think about it
I don't want to think at all
There is too much going on here
Too much I must feel

But there it is
As I wait for the subway
As I look out the window
As I swallow the pills
That keep me sane.
The possibility, smiling

But I'm just too tired to choose!

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