fates a funny thing

Fates a funny thing when you think about it
We follow it like it owns us
Makes slaves out of us
We don’t choose, fate does
We don’t live, we only die
Broken down to the bone
Our old brittle bones turning to dust before our eyes
There’s nothing more to do but watch as we disappear
Your heart however, remains
The ones you loved keep it beating
The ones u hated keeps it from rotting
Perfectly preserved our hearts live on without us
Without us, fate can’t control our hearts
Without us, our hearts are free to live
Something we could never do.