Only Superstition

A copper ?? I see has found its way to me,
It's old and it's old and it's old
Making me cry.
I sleep but I will not move,
Too scared to leave my room
But I won't be defeated, oh no.
What if cars don't go my way?
And it's sure to spoil my day.

But in voices loud and clear you say to me
"It's only superstition.
It's only your imagination,
It's only all of the things that you fear
and the things from which you can