“Motto” When Fortune cease to smile And dark clouds for a while Hover over my head. To stay negative is not my style, I’d rather set my bad luck on fire And will be watching how everything good is coming back.
Is coming back to me.
When world is a liar And drags me to a mire Then I’ve got a motto to resist it. You hate all these words of the commonplace, But then again you still repeat them every day, Do you think you’re smart? Oh, my God.
I’m not sure you want to act this way. But you do it most every day.
I’m not sure you want to act this way. But you do it most every, every, every day.