Bad Luck
Bad luck is there such a word
You have to stop and wonder
Life is complicated
That I do agree
Choices are hard
That I can confirm
These roads we travel
Brings out the ugly in our soul
Struggles and torment are like our home
We have grown apart
We have become our own enemy
Bad luck is a mans choice.
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