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? Ay, ay

Covered in mistakes, honestly, honestly

I'm just a fake

I like the bruises, they cover the cuts

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

Leavin' 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? Ay, ay

Covered in mistakes, honestly, honestly

I'm just a fake, fake

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

Still expose me

Peel off my skin, oh, so slowly

You'll find a boy, oh, so lonely

He is why you couldn't know me

Look what I became, my tragic comedy

Did I entertain? Ay, ay

Covered in mistakes, honestly, honestly

I'm just a fake

Look what I became (I became), my tragic comedy

Did I entertain? Ay, ay (yeah, yeah)

Covered in mistakes, honestly, honestly

I'm just a fake, fake (honestly, honestly)

Just a fake (fake)

Just a fake (fake)

Just a fake (oh-oh)

Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm