I did not choose this life
So do not pick which battle I have to fight
You do your best to make sure I strive
But do you really understand my plight
Because I may want to give up
For I am unable to go on
I would like to ask God to let pass this cup
But too much too late too far gone
What happened is not your wrongdoing
Neither is it mine
Life happens and you get going
Sometimes I wonder if it has all been pre-designed
Like a big game
Without an aim
That wounds and lames
Makes death its claim
So let me choose my battles
Let me pick my fights
See the falling flower petals
And dim the waning lights
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