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