Mother, He Has Killed Me – Letras de Misfortune Always Befalls The Undeserving

So kind
You were so polite.
Words from your mouth,
Sounds from your hand,
Could make anyone’s heart cry

Don’t you know
Misfortune always befalls the undeserving
Why is it that
Misfortune always befalls the undeserving

A nightingale was shot
But the bullet missed its target
Or did it?

And I forget,
Misfortune always befalls the undeserving
You must know
Misfortune always befalls the undeserving