Black Thumb کے بول

It's a curse, like a black thumb Everything I touch I'm sure you were sure You could help so much But it;s a curse, like a black thumb Everything I touch Runs wild with the pressure of it Becomes a pile of dust Then the wind gets it Everything I touch runs wild Everything I touch runs wild Everything I touch runs wild I never meant to cause you anything but happiness Something's just won't change Though I keep on trying I'm sure you were sure But now you're only crying It's a curse, like a black thumb everything I touch Runs wild with the pressure of it Becomes a pile of dust Then the wind gets it Everything I touch runs wild Everything I touch runs wild Everything I touch runs wild I never meant to cause you anything but happiness, happiness