Miss Fortune


 

She was a girl

In an understanding world

She was juxtaposed to herself

To her self that no one knows

She began to see

That her beauty gave her everything

She took advantage

Tried to manage living without pride

She was flashy - fine and dashing

But she was dead inside

Sick of being tired

Tired of being overrated

Through with being blue

Miss Fortune has her deadly eyes on you

Her face was adored

Though she's mentally ignored

She tried to persuade

For the first time, she didn't get her way

She felt lucky

Being stuck behind the masquerade

She was flashy - fine and dashing

But living a charade

Sick of being tired

Tired of being overrated

Through with being blue

Miss Fortune has her deadly eyes on you

Inside she's so afraid

But she makes believe that it's okay

Abandoning her hope

'Cause today's the day

That she outlives her beauty

Her beauty's gone - now what's left behind?

Poor Miss Fortune

I'm sorry that they took away the pain

Of being you

She's dead inside - but she's still alive

She pushes and pushes

But now she's all alone

 

Words & Music by Craig Haller

℗ 2007 Settlement Orange Music

© 2007 My Buddy Craig Music [BMI]

 

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