If we can't trust the doctors, <br />
And our prayers have fallen flat, <br />
And the 14 pills she takes each day<br />
Won't hold the sickness back<br />
<br />
Another room to wait in, <br />
Another test to see, <br />
If everything we've dreamed about<br />
Will never come to be<br />
<br />
I know that it's bad luck to be superstitious, <br />
But nothing else is working, <br />
And my head is really hurting, <br />
And I'm sick of all this worrying<br />
About things I can't control<br />
<br />
Life once again is carefree, <br />
Where we tip-toed, now we waltz, <br />
Past the black cats and the mirrors we cracked<br />
Without our fingers crossed<br />
<br />
The days are slow and easy<br />
The nights feel so serene, <br />
But I blink my eyes and realize, <br />
That feeling was a dream, <br />
Just a cruel dream<br />
<br />
I know that it's bad luck to be superstitious, <br />
But nothing else is working, <br />
And my heart is really hurting, <br />
And I'm sick of all this worrying<br />
About things I can't control, <br />
These things I can't control