I have had choices since the day I was weaned,
There were voices that told me right from wrong,
If I had listened, I wouldn’t be here tonight,
Writhing and dying with the choices I’ve made.
At an early age, I was tempted,
I loved drinking, couldn’t leave the bottle,
There were counsels, but I turned them down,
Now I am writhing and dying with the choices I’ve made.
I kept the wrong company and ignored all advice,
I’m now paying for the things that I’ve done,
I’m losing the game of life,
Writhing and dying with the choices I’ve made.
