God's gift to man is our ability for free will, he never intended free to be so cruel

I know I should try to think of hope, quite difficult, when nearly everything falls short

I think about which I can live without, time and again you always end up missing out

Sometimes I think I'll choose,
most of the time I don't.

To do something or not,
Free will will keep me from rot

life is what you live without.

Sleepless nights of endless doubt. Ramped possibilities, our will to not live without

Losing, lost, love, always ends with a loss, if free will were my choice

I'd rid myself of it

I most definitely sometimes we choose this choice