Why do I always do this
Clways wonder how I'm gonna get thru it
I said I'm sorry twice
It's not fair to you
The things I always make you go thru
But you say don't worry I'm gonna be alright
I break my mirrors just for fun
7 years of bad luck doesn't seem that bad I'm bored
Now my mouth is full of blood
My hands are tired
I wanna throw up
I see black and white I see nothing else
I cannot learn to help myself
Please let me stay blind
Is it better if I lie to you
Or should I always tell you the truth
But the truth hurts so much more
I break my mirrors just for fun
7 years of bad luck doesn't seem that bad I'm bored
Now my mouth is full of blood
My hands are tired
I wanna throw up
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