Tragedy (4-30-05)

She has the angel eyes of a tragedy
Those eyes, so black and shattering
In the darkness she looks mysterious
With her striking demon smile

So cold and distant
But she's only across the room
Such a pretty face though
Must be nice

She's probably got a sad story
Rehearsed every single line
Everything could be breaking
You'd think she wouldn't bother to be concerned

The words are hardly spoken
Her voice is so cold and silent
The skin should be a nice shade of blue
Finally you begin to understand
Staring at tragedy, staring back at you
She's dead inside