Change
Everyday i feel so strange
Every moment always feels the same
Is it fate? Or can i chose to make a change
Every night, the same exchange
Every time i chose to take the blame
It’s all too late. I can never make a change.
Am I really so deranged?
What if life is really just a game?
Is it fate? Or can i chose to make a change?
My thoughts never get arranged
Bigger pictures never into frame
But if i wait I can never make a change.
But what if hope is in range?
If i tried could peace be mine to claim?
Is it fate? Or can i chose to make a change?
I cannot remain unchanged
I will not stay hidden in my shame
I can’t hesitate. I must fight to make the change.
But
Is it fate? Or can i chose to make a change.
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