Tragic
Everybody trying to hide all of those habits
It´s kinda bizarre when it´s who you are
Tragic that it’s come to this
I bury all of my vices
Tryin’ to keep my head up over it
When everything’s whatever
It’s the be all end all
And right before we fade away
Call a spade a spade
And you should know, you can tell it’s a
Bittersweet world
Why can’t we all just get along
In this bittersweet world
Everybody reaping what they sow
In this sweet world
Whatever happened to the magic that was keeping us
The faith that was the on stardust
Now there’s hypocrites pointing fingers
With three fingers pointing right back
And all we’re left with is
And all we’re left with is
And all we’re left with is
The foolish pride
And quick fixes
It’s the be all end all
And right before we fade away
