Why do I surprise myself and chooseTo throw my blessings in the wind and lose?My love, my graceHave been erased;Instead I dwell with wounds.We decorate the wall inside our tomb…Why do I surprise myself and useMy heart for things it wasn’t meant to do?My love, my graceWill leave this place,And sink into my shoes.Drag behind each time I try to move…I have done this toKeep my lovers true.I believe…Hey!I have done this toKeep my lovers true…Oh…oh…We are (we are, we are) all Atlas’s in need.We look (we look, we look) for shoulders on which to leanThis heavy-Wait, but I’m confused.We bear a burden that we’re trying hard to lose.(On our backs!)Let the people choose.The weight was given as a gift but we refuse;You can take it back.Why do I surprise myself and choose?