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.