Is this the life we chose?
Or did this life choose us?
Moreover, the story is still being written
Flying throughout the night like a Griffin
You would think that they’re hidden
I’m just kidding about the current bidding
All our stories are still being written.
Day by day is how we need to take things
Life is unexpected and we may not know what it might bring
It’s just a whole spectacle of things
Is this the life we chose?
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