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In life, there is always this little something

A something that hangs on a big string, that same string that it's attached to

A something that causes you to think twice

It'll sneak up on you

As slick as ice

But it's something that we all go through

Without it, life is too easy

So what else can you do?

This, my friend, is a catch 22.



It turns out that love's got a million of 'em

A million of those catch 22's

In fact, some can even scare the hell outta you

Who's to say that your heart won't be broken?

Who's to say that you won't be mine in the next moment?

Then again, who's to say that you won't be there?

Or who's to say if any of this shit is anywhere near fair?



With all of these questions swirling in my head

As I remember laying face up on my bed

Remembering how many times you've looked into these eyes, so red

As I look at the ceiling, trying to see the stars

Looking to God to decipher this riddle, to help you through

I realize that this is one of those events that I should use as a prime example

My love, these are examples of risks we must take

Mi amor, these are what we all see as catch 22's



While I speak about my case though

As the days go by and fade to black

I have to say that regardless of the risks involved, I would trade none of it back

Since now, things seem a lot clearer when I'm with you

Even though love and life alike are full of catch 22's



In fact, it's what I've been saying since the beginning, yes, since then

And I've said it again and again

Or, is it just me?

Is it just stuck in my system

Hell, I'll say it again

Love's got a million of 'em

So I end this rhyme as I hear you ask, while you rhyme more again soon"?

Ah, it depends

There'd have to be reason

There's always a catch 22...