Why do I always do this Always wonder how I'm gonna get through it I said I'm sorry twice It's not fair to you The things I always make you go through But you say don't worry, I'm gonna be alright I break my mirrors just for fun Seven years of bad luck doesn't seem that bad I'm bored Now my mouth is full of blood My hands are tired I wanna throw up I see black and white and nothing else I cannot learn to help myself Please let me stay blind Is it better if I lie to you Or should I always tell you the truth But the truth hurts so much more I break my mirrors just for fun Seven years of bad luck doesn't seem that bad I'm bored Now my mouth is full of blood My hands are tired I wanna throw up 1, 2, 3, 4! I break my mirrors just for fun Seven years of bad luck doesn't seem that bad I'm bored Now my mouth is full of blood My hands are tired I wanna throw up I wanna throw up I wanna throw up I wanna throw up I wanna throw up