I'm through with crossing my fingers
walking over cracks
I'm moving on
and I'm not looking back
my mind is fighting
it's under attack
it's not common sense
it's courage I lack
I'm tired of maybe and never-mind
it's not what I'm looking to find
bad luck will not
be knocking on my door
not like it used to
a lifetime before
I've had my fill
I don't need any more
I've got me a key
I'm unlocking the door
I'm tired of stories without any end
would it be so hard to call me a friend?
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