Superstitious
Breaking Mirrors, Chasing Inspiration: Superstitious Reflections by Victor Marc
Lyrics
Once upon a time in my bedroom a mirror fell and shattered to pieces
Reflecting on a past incident where a mirror in the bedroom fell and broke into pieces.
It didn't really spoil my mood but then I remembered all the things we say about
Not initially bothered, but recalling common superstitions related to breaking mirrors.
Breaking such a thing, maybe I'm screwed although I don't really believe that it's true
Expressing uncertainty about the superstition and its potential impact on life.
So I went back to my business like nothing had happened, took a deep breath and my pen back on the paper
Resuming normal activities, attempting to dismiss the incident, and returning to writing.
But the words came in so freakin' twisted I swear, everything from then on tasted so bitter
Struggling with distorted thoughts and a bitter feeling after the mirror incident.
It was a bit odd in my head just like when I have a little too much to drink
Feeling mentally off, drawing a comparison to the disorientation from excessive drinking.
And I wake up in my bed and I just feel so lame
Waking up feeling down or uninspired after the mirror incident.
Oh Oh it's just messing with my inspiration
Expressing how the incident is affecting creative inspiration negatively.
Oh Oh it's confusing my inspiration
Continuing to convey the confusion and disruption of creative flow.
Maybe all of this was real and now I got a curse and I'll end up like Kurt
Considering the possibility of a curse and a negative fate akin to Kurt Cobain's.
What a lousy way to end the game, oh I was doing just fine before bad luck came in
Regretting the intrusion of bad luck, contrasting with a previously positive state.
Now I'm complaining about awful days I never had, miscalculating and clearly overreacting
Complaining about non-existent bad days, acknowledging overreaction and miscalculation.
My lips are smiling but my eyes are telling all the dirty shit I've been through since I opened them
Smiling outwardly but revealing internal struggles through the eyes.
At least that's what I think, I see the world as bleak, but my brother always says I tend to overplay
Perceiving the world as bleak, but acknowledging a tendency to exaggerate (overplay).
So I tried to look at the light at the end of the tunnel
Attempting to find positivity or hope in difficult situations.
But then I realize I could've chosen another metaphor
Realizing the chosen metaphor might not be the most suitable for the situation.
Oh Oh it's just messing with my inspiration
Reiterating the negative impact on creative inspiration.
Oh Oh it's confusing my inspiration
Continuing to express confusion and disruption in creative processes.
Oh Oh it's just messing with my inspiration
Repeating the interference with creative inspiration.
Oh Oh it's confusing my inspiration
Reiterating the confusion and disturbance of creative flow.
Once upon a time in my bedroom a mirror fell and shattered to pieces
Recalling the mirror incident again, highlighting the lack of superstition.
It didn't really spoil my mood cause I'm not superstitious
Emphasizing that the broken mirror didn't affect the mood due to a lack of superstition.
Once upon a time in my bedroom a mirror fell and shattered to pieces
Repeating the mirror incident, underscoring the absence of superstitious beliefs.
It didn't really spoil my mood cause I'm not superstitious
Reaffirming that the broken mirror didn't impact the mood due to a lack of superstition.
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