Myth
They say that it is true
If a black cat crosses your path
You are destined for grief
And have reason to despair
They promise me that
If I walk underneath a ladder
That has been set up
I will definitely have bad luck
They tell me there is no doubt
If I break a mirror today
Tomorrow bad luck will
Be coming back my way
All these myths that reveal
Reasons to hide from the world
Because bad luck is coming around
Are all just myths that I don’t believe
If I were to believe in all the sayings
The myths that happen my way
I’d be afraid to leave my house most days
For fear of one of those myths getting me.
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