Trip

Fate

Copyright, Trip

the fate
my fate
is in my hands
will i handle it gently?
or smash it like the glass it really is
i look into my eyes
I terrified by what i see
lurking in a deep dark hollow that never changes
enveloping me
slowly killing me
help

Always

Copyright, Trip

I lived i loved i cried
and now i must die
my friends will remember me fondly
you will remember me not
thats the way it was
thats the way it will be
thats the way it must be
always

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