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There’s a deal on the table
I should grab it
Like it’s handed to me
Not understanding these plans for me
Recorded in my destiny
Torn between my reasons to be
Is it so bad to just do me?
Would it matter if I chose the latter?
Being a repeat offender I know better
Obedience is not my forte
Positioned to run far away
I want to do it my way
If the prospect was presented yesterday
I just keep getting in my own way
Run down by a shopping cart
Filled with bags of what if’s and regrets
A band of tension tightens around my dome
Wiping beads of sweat from my forehead
I’m standing in front of an opened door
Of course it’s not the one I hoped for
What would I be settling for?
If this is not the one and I want more
I must decide on my own
Never the less
It is not my will alone
