What’s hard is easy
What’s easy is hard
Just like slitting a finger
On a wayward shard
What hurts comes easy
What comes easy hurts
It comes clean to us all
Like a secret to blurt
What hurts can be hard
What can be hard hurts
It’s a long tug of war
And it’s never your turn
You have a choice
Make it
Either way it will sting
I just hope it’s the right one
So we can hear you sing
There's never such a thing as an easy choice. All choices have weight. Some just have less weight than others.