Not My Choice

Coming to this earth, wasnt my choice

Me losing my mom, wasnt my choice

i came in to the world with out a voice

everything in my life has been set

yet im still here thinking whats next

it just isnt fair, im just trying to live

im trying to live a life i was given

but it wasnt my choice

i feel like  everything goes wrong

im starting to think maybe its not my choice

i want to understand all this confusion 

does anyone relate

bad good choices can i change them 

or is it too late

im trying, im trying

im getting closer and closer

all i know is success is my choice,

accomplishing my goals is my voice

failing to take over my life is a choice

that will be left yet again with no voice

 

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