Fatalistic Tendency

Doesn't matter what I say,

Doesn't matter what I do,

I only want to spend my time with you,

‘Cause that's the only thing that's true.

I've set my heart on dreams and goals,

To have them dragged through hell.

But sometimes when I let it go,

I find that all will turn out well.

I've been dredged up from my despair,

And pulled down from my dreams

By this iron hand of fate,

'Cause nothing’s as it seems.

So now I'm giving up control;

The things that be will be.

The things that will not change

Have given me this fatalistic tendency.