Everywhere I go, I just hand off my unluckiness to someone else.
I don't know if I'm just seeing things, if the calls I'm getting on my cell phone are real, if the messages that my parents are alive are just lies, if the body slamming onto the pavement next to me was just a fluke
They all make the same sound.
I'm not sure if I'm just the luckiest guy in the world, or if someone else has to suffer for me constantly avoiding something like "fate"...
but i'm starting to not be able to convince myself that it's just a coincidence
It's happening too often for me to lie to myself like that
So I just keep on moving towards wherever I'm supposed to go, trying to not think about what I'll do if it turns out to be nothing but a waste of time...
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