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Lucky
I picked the four-leaf clover
Hoping that it could help me
That it would change my life
And make me somewhat lucky
But nothing changed
It all stayed the same
I listened to the lies you told me
Now the clover’s aflame
I figured that it could
Not get any worse
The fire burns away the pain
But it always seems to hurt
Again, once the flames die
No matter what happens
Or how many clovers I pick
The hurt always creeps in
So I’ve gauged my eyes
And I’ve slashed my wrists
So I will not have to
Go through any of this
And still I have
Crushed in my hand
The four-leaf clover
Burnt, broken, so you’ll understand
- by x_morphine w a r machine |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/15/2010 |
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- Title: Lucky
- Artist: x_morphine w a r machine
- Description: Yeah, I don't know. I wrote this on the bus-ride home yesterday aaaaaaaaaaand, I don't even know. . .
- Date: 06/15/2010
- Tags: lucky
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