Tragic Comedy

Stencils and needles and ink

Covered up all the scars that I wore

A decoy designed on my skin

Until I wasn't me anymore

If it's weakness

I've achieved it

If it's sorrow

I deceived it

If these colours

Were my feelings

Then my blood is

Black for a reason

Look what I became

My tragic comedy

Did I entertain?

Aye aye

Covered in mistakes

Honestly, honestly

I am just a fake

I like the bruises, they cover the cuts

The cuts turn to scars, and the scars turn to art

Leaving an outline with lesions and marks

For last minute tattoos, that don't mean that much, and I

Bury weakness

Underneath them

All this sorrow

Got me thinkin'

If these colours

Were my feelings

Then my blood runs

Black for a reason

Look what I became

My tragic comedy

Did I entertain?

Aye aye

Covered in mistakes

Honestly, honestly

I am just a fake, fake

(Oh)

(Oh)

(Oh)

(Oh)

Would you show me

Which of my wounds made you loathe me?

Which of my flaws hurt you mostly?

All of these faults, yet you chose me

All of these faults, yet, you chose me

Peel off my skin oh so slowly

Peel off my skin, oh, so slowly

You'll find a boy, oh, so lonely

My tragic comedy

Did I entertain?

Aye, aye

Aye aye

Honestly, honestly

I am just a fake

My tragic comedy

Did I entertain? (Yeah)

Did I entertain? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Honestly, honestly (Honestly, honestly, ah)

I am just fake, fake (Honestly, honestly, ah)

I am just a fake, fake (Honestly, honestly, ah)

Just a fake (Fake)

Just a fake (Ohh)

Fake (Mmm)