They say Fate is worse than death
‘Cause it slowly kills the soul
Is it really?

I’d like to believe it is
I mean the day I accepted my Fate
Was the day I realised that no matter how good you are
Towards a human being or how genuinely
You can show them care and love
If they feel like spitting in your face
That’s exactly what they’ll do

If they choose to portray you as an absolute piffle
You’ll forever remain like that in their naked eyes

I was always a pillock in love but mostly in life
All I was rewarded with for being an overly committed person
Was false dawn

For the mere fact of having a good heart
They showed me plainly that their intentions
Were not to intend love in me but to build hatred

Fate is just power that I believe
Controls everything that happens
And cannot be stopped or changed

Hence I’ve accepted mine…have you?