Choices

I don't want to leave home but my house is falling down
I don't want to be alone but there's no one else around
I don't want to make a noise but the silence is killing me
I don't want to learn a new dance routine but this loneliness
is a ring of roses circling me
I still have choices
I don't want to swim but my boat is capsizing in
I don't want to keep running but the ground is a fire still burning
I don't want to lose but I got nothing left to gamble
I don't want to beg but I don’t want to fight crawling down there again
(and again, and again, and again)
I still have choices
I don't want to walk away bit I really don't know how to stay
I don't want to stay inside but what goes on behind my closed door
outside I don't know?
I don't want to look but avoiding it is even more perverted
I don't want to hate but trusting you gathers all my rage
I still have choices
I don't want to carry your jealous void but the time can suffocate
the vibration of your voice
I don't want to be told but independence is hard to hold
I don't want to pretend but you don't want to remember way back then
I don't want to die but I don’t want to live not really alive
I still have choices, left.