Fates power
Fate is questionable, is she not?
The question continues to run through my head,
Would it be different,
could it be different?
What if I changed just one thing I said,
Do you think my love would still be dead?
Or would fate still have had her way,
making our babies lay there daddy in his grave.
I can't let go I Can't help but think
what if Fate would have made me stay,
would I also be laying Dead, a coffin over my head.
My heart beats only for them,
I failed you once I can't I won't do it again.
As long as fate stays at bay and out of my way.
Maybe She'll let me see you again someday.
Come on cunt, what do you say?
Ive never been one to shy away,
this bitch comes ready to play.
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