Counting every tear drop that I have ever cried i could compare the down pour to all the times you've lied Feeling so very empty so hollow, just a shell Never knowing , always hoping that I can escape this hell I could slip right through your fingers I could fall right through the cracks I wonder, would you miss me Would you die to bring me back? Feel like I've shattered every mirror That this world has shown to me cannot seem to break this "bad luck" that dogs me relentlessly Have I walked under every ladder Left standing in the street And have I croosed the path of every black cat I did meet? Did I speak aloud the name of the Shakespear play so cursed? Will this nightmare ever end Or will it just keep getting worse? How much longer must I suffer my own pity shames my soul lost at the cross roads, Hecate won't show me the way home. So I guess that I'll keep counting tear drops And I'll keep on believing all your lies I know that one day my luck will have to change It's only my superstitions that keep me alive.....
Reason for writing:
Yeah, okay it's woeful, but I wrote it A LOOOOOOng time ago.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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