Tragic

Speak. Spell
What’s that word again?
In. Out
Of my head again
Clear. Cut
Charmed I’m sure again
Merrity!
I wish for thought
Oh, wise men indeed
Are fools who believe
Her heart on my sleeve
Is laughing at me
Best left unsaid;
There’s no truth in what’s said
Cloud. Fog
Looks like rain again
Glass. Wall
Looks could kill again
Clock. Face
Half past two again
Turn again
And how time flies
Oh, wise men indeed
Are fools who believe
Her heart on my sleeve
Is laughing at me
Best left unsaid;
There’s no truth in what’s said
Dream. World
In my pawn again
Hot. Cold
Fingers burn again
Teardrop
To the floor again
Cruelty
How real is real?
Oh, wise men indeed
Are fools who believe
My heart on my sleeve
Is laughing at me
Best left unsaid
There’s no truth in what’s said
Oh, wise men indeed
Are fools who believe
My heart on my sleeve
Is laughing at me
Best left unsaid
There’s no truth in what’s said