IF ONLY YOU CHOOSE TO LIVE
Broken am broken thousand times am broken,
Folded and wrapped from the sites i wasnt apt.
Here it goes a story, hitting a little of borie...
Broken and i was wrapped.
Shifted and shifted and altogether i was drifted, from belongings i haven't raft.
It's easy and all peasy i was scolded but perhaps.
It's what its all, happens to everyone they told
It hard and treacherous, awful gotta rush.
Stains, dust, greasy ass all needa brush.
Have a longing, total thornbeing but i survive to cherish.
You ought to grow each time you get a blow
Its only true. All of truths. Oh yeah, who knows you may perish. So its not bad if you choose to live.
Its a choice where you gain, less heavenly but mundane. But you gotta live. Little insane