Some Are Lucky - Nadia Reid

Some are lucky, some are wise

Some will never get left behind

I was sailing as I left my harbor

I was leaving little things, love

That make you want to

Some are winning, some learn to fight

What the father teaches, and what is right

You were crying as I left your fight

Oh it’s these little things, love, that make me right

Oh and he has his mother’s last name

Takes the world in vain

Has me on my knees

Pretending that I

Came home to die for this

I will never, no I will never

Some are wicked and some will take hold

That they are stronger now and never touch

But he is weak when she comes around

Oh it’s these little things, love, they bring me down

Oh and he has his mother’s last name

Takes the world in vain

Has me on my knees

Pretending that I

Came home to die for this

I will never, no, I will never

I will never, no, I will never

Oh it’s these little things, love

They bring me home, love