Bad Luck Poem by Not A Dream Choice

The last little things are aching
The old vision is breaking
The last cry is echoing
And youre still trying

To live someone elses life
To take someone elses luck
But you cant get
The beautful soul you got

Singing with your own voice
Singing your own bad luck
And you still not realise
That Im nothing that hurts you

Want to taste so much
Taste to how it is to have that luck
Youre perfect because you not
Youre beautiful because you not

And I cant get enough
Of your bad luck