06/21/10: No Fighting Fate
It’s too late for us to ever be apart
It’s too late for us to have a change of heart
Can’t you see, we’re knee-deep in our shit?
Can’t you see that all the right pieces fit?
What’s the world to offer us that we haven’t already got?
What other battle is there that we haven’t already fought?
These wounds you see that pepper our skin
Are they not our penance for our unspoken sin?
We kiss, we make love, we fight and we bleed
We reap what we sow, but we burnt our last seed
There’s tears in our eyes and truth in our words
Can’t we please put down our shields and our swords?
It’s time to stop this silly little game
’cause we both know it always ends the same
When it’s meant to happen, there is no escape
Since this love is true, there’s no fighting fate
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Writing from the POV of a character in my head again.
