Fate: The Following a Subject of Change
This was the song I wrote yesterday
I write today, and I write tomorrow
And it changes
My mind has lost and learned
I find certain things are nothing
I once found so precous and beautiful
And it changes
The words I write now
Will be scratched out with scribble
Riddled with love and hate
Above my eyes
Follow long strings of fate
And it changes
"It never changes."
My voice now an antique of hate
"No hope for heavens" I state
And it changes
My last expired words
Subjected to tomorrow
A subject of yesterday
She just lyes there
With her sweet lies of fate.
I write today, and I write tomorrow
And it changes
My mind has lost and learned
I find certain things are nothing
I once found so precous and beautiful
And it changes
The words I write now
Will be scratched out with scribble
Riddled with love and hate
Above my eyes
Follow long strings of fate
And it changes
"It never changes."
My voice now an antique of hate
"No hope for heavens" I state
And it changes
My last expired words
Subjected to tomorrow
A subject of yesterday
She just lyes there
With her sweet lies of fate.
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