People change daily,
They come and they go.
Promises get broken,
But only if you make it so.
You choose your fate by the actions you make.
So darling fight for what you believe in,
Darling fight for me.
You held your breath as you let go,
But I'm asking you to hold tight,
and breathe once more with I.
Staring in the distance as the days change.
Fate may be cold and she sure loves to salt your wounds,
But darling you're the choose to your pain, joy, and to your love.
You choose how you live,
So choose what's best for you.
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