Your Luck Just Might Run Out

Don’t look back don’t dwell in the past

People like you convinced nothing will last

If you do your conscience might come unclasped

Knowing you, you’ll just move on and make it fast,

There’s no reason to wonder why

It was all their fault so let them cry

Sentimentality, not the hill upon which you’ll die

Step over them on your way to the top and fly,

Have you ever bothered to look in the mirror?

Who you are becoming clearer

It gets scary when the truth is nearer

You always wanted to be the winner,

Life just wouldn’t be complete

Without the forbidden telltale stain on the sheets

You seem to have the requirements that meet

Being the ice queen standing on the concrete,

Playing the role of the victim so well

Right on cue with the toll of the bell

Accuse them of being part of your living hell

How well this will serve you only time will tell,

Do you ever wonder just how it feels?

If you suffered all the lies and all your dirty deals

No jury to whom you can appeal

You’re motives were always so well concealed,

What goes around comes around they say

In your case I’d advise that you pray

 How many begged you not to walk away?

Your luck might just run out one fine day.