Broken mirror, seven years of bad luck

I'm too supersticious to relax and let it slide

A broken promise, seven sins on my back

I'm so blinded by illusions that I can't keep track

of what is real and what is fiction

- what is fiction anyhow?

I read too much into reflections when

reflections only lie

Look to happy to feel sorry for the times



I didn't try

I didn't try

I didn't try

hard enough to fly



Broke the surface seven seconds too late

I'm too narrow-minded to let a winner

get away with that

Broke the rules and I escaped into a bubble

and I will stay here 'til it breaks and then I'll run

as fast as I can from what is real and what is fiction

- what is fiction anyhow?

I read too much into reflections when

reflections only lie

Look too happy to feel sorry for the times



I didn't try

I didn't try

I didn't try

hard enough to fly