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?
Aye aye
Covered in mistakes
Honestly, honestly
I am just a fake

I like the bruises, they cover the cuts
The cuts turn to scars, and the scars turn to art
Leaving 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?
Aye aye
Covered in mistakes
Honestly, honestly
I am just a fake, fake

(Oh)
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Oh)

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?
Aye aye
Covered in mistakes
Honestly, honestly
I am just a fake

Look what I became (I became)
My tragic comedy
Did I entertain? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Covered in mistakes
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly, ah)
I am just a fake, fake (honestly, honestly, ah)

Just a fake (fake)
Just a fake (fake)
Just a fake (oh)
Fake (mmm)