EVERYTHING I TOUCH
(J Christie)

You don’t have to tell me,
I can see it in your eyes, tell me no lies
Spare the explanations,
I can see that complications will arise
I would be satisfied
If someone could tell my why
Everything I touch turns to ashes

Life is very hard,
It’s like a game of cards that breaks you when you lose
And if you try and win back what you lost,
you always find that it’s no use, no use

Ooooo ………. Finder keepers, losers weepers
Every time I lose, every time I lose

I could use some good advice,
If someone would sympathise with me.
Talk is cheap, it's easy to believe
If I could set my mind at ease
l would be satisfied
If someone could tell my why
Everything I touch seems to hurt so much
Everything I touch turns to ashes