Decisions کے بول

You ask me questions i can't answer Give me problems i can't solve Offer suggestions i can't respect Is there anything at all? You give me reasons for your ideas All the facts behind your thoughts Tell me of your observations And count the number of my faults I hide a smile, i wear a frown Always wanting to play the clown I make my plan, i lose a chance As i perform a long death dance Life or death, it's all straight up Make my choice, and throw it up Shot glass full, down the hatch My mind's made up, no second chance