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.