Songtexte The Choice - Jonatha Brooke

I don′t know what you expected
I don't know what else you′ve heard
I guess you think you've 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 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
And maybe I'll take what′s coming to me
'Cause 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