A walking disaster,
I was named
From birth, it's all I ever heard
They feared being with me
What if I pull them all down with me, Cause of this cursed luck of mine?
Anyone who ever came near said the same

You were the first who asked,
"Will you ever be you if you changed",
Instead of the usual words they threw at me, that cut straight through my heart
You bandaged that bleeding heart and held it tight,
Within your strong embrace

With you I was no longer a disaster
You told me I am so much more
Than what they all ever said
If that's true, then why did you leave me too?
Was my bad luck too much to bear, that you had to runaway from me without even saying a goodbye?
Didn't I deserve a goodbye from you atleast?