Fate found open doors this time
On her way to bury us
You've been told it's poor design
To ruin
Let’s start the world back where circle found shape
Tan gen z Met Gala queen
See, can’t she sit next to me
Caught round spilling excess fiction
Narratives of false conviction
I’d like to trust your claim
But don’t you wanna stay?
If you know your own words are so absurd and out place
Hold youre pretty tongue you’ll be okay
You should control your compulsive urges
Fate found open doors this time
On her way to bury us
You've been told it's poor design
To ruin
Fate found holes in words this time
On my way from buried thoughts
You’ve been warned
But so have I
A ruse?
I had your backs but those eyes shook sincerely
Oh so distracted by a temptress’s attention
Holds merit and no motive
A type like her’s exploitive, leave it
That’s just petty judgement
Let’s point fingers
Back at you what’s worth the hiding
Hypocrite, you’re loyalty now tried
Just swear in truths to me
I’ve no reason to lie
None of us do, can’t you see
Really find her innocence contrived?
The fiercest wolf, so surely cried
How could she so easily
Jealous of our preceding
Torn round just who to believe
Offense taken, how long’ve you known me
Mind in spirals 1.5x
Calm, before the bonds we've built decline
Fate found all at once this time...
had your back but it’s dawned on me
How visible the line is dividing not just sides but our sanity
You stand devout through hazy smokescreen getaways, when it clears, you’re in full frame, or is that what you want me to...
No, there’s malintent, call the dogs, fetch the scent
Is it Chanel or familiar, I’ll take any hint i can get
One side trembles in fear, discontent, and I’m Pontius Pilate, reluctant, but this is their wish
If you know you’re own words are so absurd and out of place, ridiculous, I’ve been deceived
Sing remorse with me and this whole thing ends, we return to friends
It’s over, apologies please
But head hanging in disbelief, adamant,
I’m begging thee
Swallow your lies or your pride or I’ve found an enemy, her name is dead to me
Fate found no remorse this time
I swear I’ll bury her
You should know what crosses lines
Goodbye
Fate found your hands
Fogging up the timeline where you wane
Sick spinning secrets everyday
You’ve got a lot of things to say
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