Moires

Somethings are not for us
Never meant to be
I don't know why
This circle repeats

A shimmer of hope
Burns down a distant path
The ashes carried over to me

Thin air
Is what I grasp on to
And I don't know what to do
To separate the lies from the truth

Trust this world
To let it trust you back
But, time and time again
I'm left at the mercy of the Fates

Thin air
Is what I grasp on to
And I don't know what to do
To separate the lies from the truth



Credits
Writer(s): Rakat Zami
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