Eventually Destiny
Everytime I stand in the middle of the road, the cars begin to weave.
When you want something most, you try summoning your ghost but all you have to do is breath.
The bruise is bigger than the pain that withers to the nothing that it comes to be.
It sits outside and the pain subsides, but the mark never seems to leave.
It reminds you, binds you, sticks you in a cell, never ever lets you leave.
‘Til the day you die won’t you say, “bye bye” to me.
Create your fate on any chosen date, try messin’ with your destiny.
It’s all ironic that the things you always wanted only happen accidentally.
Don’t wait for it to be...
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