How do I choose how to be.
In this enormous world full of yous and mes and wannabes. Hearts and friends and thieves.
It's always the same road I didn't take that keeps me up at night
The coulda, shoulda, woulda, where no choice could be right

Too many black holes, too many don't knows
Not enough peace
Where can I buy some? Something to numb, make forget, or let me die and try again

Reboot. Brand new. But it's all the same trap...

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