tragedy - Intellectual

[Part I]

Ah!

I can't sleep with the wounds you gave me

I don't know how you can look at yourself

The broken mirrors could never save me (Da-da-da, da-da-da)

From how it feels to neglect my own health (Da-da-da, da-da)

(You are having a heart attack)

Hang my head down, my body is shameful

I'll never be the boy they desire

My heart's decayed like a rotten petal

So please just show me your weapon and fire

Decay

Turn me into a tragedy

I can't sleep with the wounds you gave me

The body's worthless, my heart is decayed

Since you left, nobody wants to touch me

My tragedy's like the characters you portray

I can't stand the sight of my reflection

The boy you killed stares me back in the face

The cursed coquette, the matryoshka perfection

They watched me change, turned me into a tragedy

(Turn me into—)

'Cause you love that my heart's not worth a thing

So I'll carve it out and let it sing

If you loved me right the same

As I did, know I know I wouldn't be me

I know that you don't want me to heal

So I'll stay your tragedy

I spend three days awake and I still won't have something to eat

I blow out the words that I always just wanted to hear

And I know I'm not pretty to look at, and it makes me feel guilty

So I'll do all the things for you, that nobody ever did for me

The beautiful boys from the games that you play

If I looked like a girl (If I were a girl), would you love me that way?

Would you love me even if I went insane?

I don't know how much longer I can keep up this charade

The dance that we do, and the games that we play

The cards you held close were that ones that you played

Is there nothing else for me to ever say?

Will we really live to see another day?