Tragedy

Tragedy
What a tragedy
I Feel
What a tragedy
I Feel
You don't need me
I know
You don't need me
I feel
What a tragedy
I Feel

Needles pierce into my heart
My wrists and ankles
Crucify me gently

Our small eden
Could be a dream from a film
But what a tragedy

You don't need me
I know
You don't need me
I feel
And happy days of our affection
Are numbered cruelly

You don't need me
I know
You don't need me
I feel
And happy days of our affection
Are numbered cruelly

And our break up
Is a matter of time

And our break up
Is a matter of time

Magnets of your eyes
Your delicate lips
Your always tired look
What a tragedy

You don't need me
I know
You don't need me
I feel
And happy days of our affection
Are numbered cruelly

And our break up
Is a matter of time

And our break up
Is a matter of time

And our break up
Is a matter of time

And our break up
Is a matter of time