I have a choice,
Not the easiest one, but it's a choice anyway
I have a choice to suffer, or the choice to suffer, anyway
Both choices will make you suffer
But they say life is made up of choices,
So I have no other choice than making a choice
More than a will, it's a need
I need to choose
Choose to be happy, with you
Or choose to regret, the rest of my life
I need to choose to keep you close
Or to let go of you
Either ways, you will suffer, so I will suffer too
That's why I don't want to choose
But even not choosing is a choice
And choices are difficult, so much that I suffer, and so do you
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