Fallen Angels and Broken Hearts (Tragedy Sells)

Would you like to hear my story?
I promise it won't end well
You might have heard it before
Because, these days, tragedy sells
I'll be your favorite medicated breakdown
If you'll be my favorite dysfunctional masochist
And you can cry all you want
But we will never kill this loneliness

It seems we are all lost and broken
We are the hopeless generation
Talking our way deeper into depression
Because no one feels like listening

Complaints and secrets are all the rage
But, then again, so are your addictions
Pills and thrills for your problems at home
And therapy for your abusive distractions

Beautification (with consequences of)
Hyperventilation (leads to)
Self-mutilation (and brings on some)
Tragic complications

It seems we are all lost and broken
We are the hopeless generation
Talking our way deeper into depression
Because no one feels like listening

I can look on the bright side
But there won't be anyone there
And I'll look back at dead eyes
And sad smiles
(That seems to be in style this season)
If you even think of caring
Don't shed a single tear
Get rid of that sympathetic mask you're wearing
Know the only thing we're sharing
(A dark outlook and a morbid lining for grey skies)

It seems we are all lost and broken
We are the hopeless generation
Talking our way deeper into depression
Because no one's there
Because no one cares
Because everyone is talking

But not a soul is listening