Broken mirror, seven years of bad luck   I'm too supersticious to relax and let it slide   A broken promise, seven sins on my back   I'm so blinded by illusions that I can't keep track   of what is real and what is fiction   - what is fiction anyhow?   I read too much into reflections when   reflections only lie   Look to happy to feel sorry for the times      I didn't try   I didn't try   I didn't try   hard enough to fly      Broke the surface seven seconds too late   I'm too narrow-minded to let a winner   get away with that   Broke the rules and I escaped into a bubble   and I will stay here 'til it breaks and then I'll run   as fast as I can from what is real and what is fiction   - what is fiction anyhow?   I read too much into reflections when   reflections only lie   Look too happy to feel sorry for the times      I didn't try   I didn't try   I didn't try   hard enough to fly