Lieing in a grave

That I dug myself.

Just another book on the shelf

Is everything writen is my life planned out?

Or are the pages blank. And I choose the route

Choices, decisions. Am I following the story?

Was it written without the glory?

Don't care, I do it MY way

Listen up! I choose the day

Wrong or Right, I don't care

Pages of book, I will tear

Or is it that, I am writen that way?

In that case, In this grave I stay

My author, I upset,

My soul, I kept!

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