Your Choice

Turn up your music Drown out their voice Close your door This is your choice Listen to the lyrics Can you hear the voice? Walk towards your desk Remember, this is your choice The tune is becoming too much You can barely hear the voices The gun is clutched in your hand There aren't anymore choices The music is too loud You can only hear one voice And it whispers to you, "This is your choice." The words are overpowering You can't stand to hear another voice You place the gun to you head and whisper, "This is my choice." There is no more music Nor is there a voice When you pulled the trigger, That was your choice