Fate

Fate

I think we’re meant to be,
but some things you can’t see when they’re right in front of your face.
And some things you don’t miss until they leave you.
If fate doesn’t bring us together in time,
then maybe you’ll think fondly of me when we’ve parted,
when our chances have been thrown away
and blown away to the corners of our lives.
Maybe I should find some way to let you know just how I feel,
and maybe I’m just crazy for thinking you’ll ever love me.
Maybe I’m just a tragic figure, always doomed to make the same mistake.
In which case, I guess I have no choice
but to accept my fate, I think it’s fate
that pulls me back and pulls me under every time I try to swim away.
It’s gotten so bad I’m drowning in a sea of emotions,
floundering with my head barely above the water.
You wouldn’t help me even if you could.
You’re standing on the shore watching me go down,
you’re watching me lose this battle,
I’m struggling to breathe but I can’t find any air.
This blackness is so soothing, sacred, it’s covered me like a blanket.
And now I’m going down.
Lost in a daydream, follow me down.
Floating, falling – down.