Each morning when I wake
My whole life seems fake
It couldn’t be scripted, you couldn’t make it up
Fortune-tellers keel when they see the leaves in my teacup
Determining my fate
Leaves me in a state
Don’t try to tell me I was born lucky
I’m relying on the message in my fortune cookie
If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work
If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work
Each morning when I wake
I see my dreams break
I never achieved what I was expected to
I was kept back, no matter what I’d do
Unrelenting power
Stopped me flower
Don’t try to tell me you get out what you put in
I always fail and people say I’m a cretin
If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work
If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work
Wach morning when I wake
Seems like a mistake
Have you ever wondered whether there’s luck on the other side?
Maybe I’ll never get there, but I can say that I tried
If I died now
Life would be easier somehow
Don’t try to tell me that it’s just a losing streak
My past seems rosey when my future seems so bleak
If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work
If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work
If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work
If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work
