Brianna Taylor. Tragic. Zeneszám

He?s always talkin 'bout his regret
No love to spare and no cash to spend
So unaware, he don?t have the strength to care
Wo-ah

Wheels turn as the world spins beneath him
Tongue tied, he never can speak his mind
So unashamed, nothing's ever gonna change
Oh-hh

Just so typical that it?s unoriginal
He?s so tragic, oh he's so tragic
Only heaven knows if he?s even got a soul
He?s so tragic, oh he's so tragic

Broke down like a car crash in the night
Dragging his past into the light
He?s such a fool, complicating all the rules
Oh-hh

He stops where reality begins
Holds on to all the same old sins
Misunderstood fighting everything that he could
Oh-hh

Just so typical that it?s unoriginal
He?s so tragic, oh he's so tragic
Only heaven knows if he?s even got a soul

He?s so tragic, oh he's so tragic
Oh-hh

He?s so tragic all the time
It?s automatic

Hey-yy
Yeah yeah yeah

It?s all the way down

Just so typical that it?s unoriginal
He?s so tragic, oh he's so tragic
Only heaven knows if he?s even got a soul
He?s so tragic, oh he's so tragic
Tragic Yeah

Only heaven knows if he?s even got a soul
He?s so tragic, oh he's so tragic

Hey-yy

He?s so tragic all the time
It?s automatic