I believed in you. My Friend, just like my sister. You broke it. You broke... Me
The belief that all Things happen for a reason Confuses me, it doesn't work The way you want. You make your destiny
I believe that the future Holds a path of good. And bad A path that only we can change We sculpt it how we Want it.
Are our lives already known? Are we just living out other people's plans? Is there such a thing as destiny? Do we create our own destiny? Can we sculpt our lives away from the plans we're given?