Fate, I believe in I’m done talking, because I made it worse, and is it bad that I feel nothing, there’s not a thing I regret, I think I made the right choice, because I was going down the wrong rabbit hole, but my throat feels coarse, like my heart still needs to play a role. This is my choice, I won’t go back on it. Maybe it was fate that you went away, every second turns into another day, where’d you go, Ive lost control, I’m sorry but you’ll never come back, because I went astray, away. I feel empty, because I don’t express much, and you were plenty, and sometimes I miss the rush, why did I go away, for so long. This is my choice, I won’t go back on it. Maybe it was fate that you went away, every second turns into another day, where’d you go, Ive lost control, I’m sorry but you’ll never come back, because I went astray, away. Goodbye, forever, this was fate.
