Is it the choices that we make,
or is it just our abilities

that make us who we are,
that make us who the f*ck we are?


Though you might despise me
I am the one who shoulders the blame.


[Chorus]
For countless times we tried,
The countless times we kept on,

eluding what is right,
gave us a hard time,
and finally forced me to decide.


We were searching for solutions
where nothing can be found at all,

through those rose-tinted glasses
that made us see a lie.


This is what we get for being naive,
all the effort we spent is gone with the wind.
There's no point in proceeding,

no light at the end.
There's no point in proceeding,
no fight for the end.


[Chorus repeats]


And we're finally at the point again
where this is slipping through our hands.
So hard I tried.


[Chorus repeats halfway]


PANIK

It's the choices that we make -

not our abilites.