Didn’t Try – Edith Backlund – letras

Broken mirror, seven years of bad luckI’m too supersticious to relax and let it slideA broken promise, seven sins on my backI’m so blinded by illusions that I can’t keep trackof what is real and what is fiction- what is fiction anyhow?I read too much into reflections whenreflections only lieLook to happy to feel sorry for the timesI didn’t tryI didn’t tryI didn’t tryhard enough to flyBroke the surface seven seconds too lateI’m too narrow-minded to let a winnerget away with thatBroke the rules and I escaped into a bubbleand I will stay here ’til it breaks and then I’ll runas fast as I can from what is real and what is fiction- what is fiction anyhow?I read too much into reflections whenreflections only lieLook too happy to feel sorry for the timesI didn’t tryI didn’t tryI didn’t tryhard enough to fly