#1
How much more do you have
How much more do you have
Can you ever really ****ing know?

And it’s all in your hands
Yes it’s all in your hands
A blind decision- which way do you go?

Is it really a choice
Was there ever a choice
Momentum seems to drag you along.

Where would you go if you had no constraints?
What would you do if it was never too late?
If you could go back, what would you change?
How much is choice, and how much is fate?

There may be no getting it right
But there’s getting it wrong
And at the end what will you have left to show?

By the time that you know,
By the time it all shows,
The decision’s already been made.

If you knew what you know,
You’d have a lot more to show,
But the merciless march just says no.

Where would you go if you had no constraints?
What would you do if it was never too late?
If you could go back, what would you change?
How much is choice, and how much is fate?

If you could go back, what would you change?
#2
A very interesting song. However, it felt a little too much like a Dr.Seuss for kids. Too much rhyme in too little time (see now I've got it). If I were you, I'd try to play with the words so that the message is portrayed, yet the "Jack and Jill"-esque rhyming disappears.
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