Besedila: Voltaire. Born Bad.

They say the day that I was born
It rained here
Yet it was the best day of your life
And who'd ever dream
A child sweet as I seemed
Would be the source of
So much pain and strife
Ohh..

Ever time I tried to take the high road
Something deep inside me dragged me down
Wherever I appeared
Came hate, despair and fear
Seemed trouble always followed me around

Say it's not too late for you to hold me
You were always there
When times were bad
And they're so bad
The love you gave to me
So unconditionally
So sad
So sad
Born bad

Nary have I written you a letter
Hardly have I called as things were bad
And all those I called friends
Are all gone in the end
In truth you were the best I ever had
Mom, is it too late for you to hold me
You were always there
When times were bad
And they're so bad
The love you gave to me
So unconditionally
So sad
So sad
Born bad

I don't wanna go
I don't wanna go
I'm not ready yet..
No.. no..