I’m cursed.
I can’t find the words.
Fated from the start.
Dead since birth.

My mother didn’t want me.
My father, God knows.
My sister never liked me.
Maybe I’m cursed.

I have dreams and ideas
That I know will never come true.
Just like the world with God above me,
I’ll be cursed ‘til I am through.

I don’t want to be like this.
I try, I really do.
But deep down, maybe it’s true
That maybe, just maybe,
I’m cursed through-and-through.