I have two choices
Two cards in my hands.

One is to face all my problems
And think.
But that's a bad choice,
Cause I'll over think.
And then I'll crumble
I'll start to sink.

The next choice is to run away
Pretend these are just small matters.
It seems like a better choice,
Cause that's meant for cowards.
Cowards like me
That hide all the time.

It's either one,
So I'll pick the latter.
It's a safer bet
From both dangerous matters.