jonatha brooke
the choice
I don't know what you expected I don't know what else you've heard But I guess you think you got what's coming to you And I got what I deserve  I won't tell you a thing, you won't see me cry I'll know what to do, I will not lie I'll take the chance, I may be fine But I may never be the same  I didn't ask for your precious pity I didn't ask for your pain And I didn't ask for your opinion In the name of your saints  I won't tell you a thing, you won't see me cry I'll know what to do, I will not lie Either way I lose, either way we die, Either way I'm alone when it's time to decide  I don't know what you expected I don't know what else you've heard Maybe I'll take what's coming to me Cuz it might be what I deserve  I won't tell you a thing, you won't see me cry I'll know what to do, I will not lie I may be crazy, I may be blind But I might love you more than my life  My choice, my chance, roulette, romance I couldn't say no, now I still can't God curse this moment God bless this dance I will never be the same      