But I don't recall choosing The struggles I've had to fight to remain moving and breathing, The rough path I have no choice but to keep walking, Or the situations of which I've dealt with Some I was born into I don't remember ever being given the option To choose
Coming home from school, to a household that automatically changes your mood Forget living, let's call it existing It's all that's being done under this roof And it **** sure couldn't be compared to any thing resembling a choice It's rope and a guilted conscience That keep me bound to this place that raised me Fighting against the knots tied abrasively around my feet Only to be overwhelmed with remorse At even having thought about leaving And unknowingly, I strengthen their hold
Life, once again, making choices on its own
They never tell you it'll be easy So caught up in dramatizing the difficulty of the journey It's forgotten how easy it is to give up How easy it is to judge Constantly looked down upon for things out of my hands But the number of misdealt cards in the past doesn't control future bets It just strengthens the desire to win
And that, Life Is my choice
I've never wanted to roll over and die though I admit there're been mornings I rolled over and cried at the thought of ever getting up again But I did Low as rock bottom on the ocean floor but refusing to be swept away with the tide I stopped living in pointing blame on trivial irrelevant things And slowly broke the chip off my shoulder that was a mile wide Though sometimes I still feel it's phantom weight Taunting me about the things I cant change And I never had the choice I couldn't pick where I came from, how I was raised, who raised me, I can't control the missed opportunities my upbringing has denied me, or the battle scars my past gave me But finally living instead of existing?