Bad luck is not a thing
Bad luck is not a thing, but sometimes it feels so real. No matter how far I've come, it refuses to yield. Doing nothing doesn't matter, and trying too hard never will. But if luck is not a thing, then what is this feeling that follows me? I know I've come far and have done many things, but this bad luck seems to follow me.
I do not understand what it is, but sometimes I feel cursed for having ever lived, born into a world that seems to do me harm. But I push on every day, hoping this bad luck will go away.
I know I said bad luck is not a thing, but why must I be pushed down every day.
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