And It Was All Me

i am sorry if i give up, your hand wasn't within my reach

I guess i like believing destiny has something good in store for me, because i am too tired of fighting fate
I let it all happen, shatter and go down in flames, if i fought it i would go down with it too
But i am better than that, so i give up
And let the tides roll the dice against my favour
Trying to change my fate has only made it worse so i guess time can be my enemy and death my solace
So i count days till i run out of breaths to give
And i will float away like seafoam