Saint Asonia - Happy Tragedy Lyrics
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Happy Tragedy
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What Are The Lyrics For Happy Tragedy By Saint Asonia?
Well can you hear that sound of my insides turning out
The meaning of my life will never be found I'm playing life's little games Seeing faces without names And all around me people change while I just stay the same So for your own good Write me off Let me go It's obvious to me I'll never be the one you need So leave me now Don't turn around I'm just a living casualty I'm your happy tragedy I'm your happy tragedy Will you bring me in Watch the scaling of your skin The meaning of my thoughts are so far within You want to play my game Watch the crazy Watch me sane And all the while you rearranging I just stay the same So for your own good Write me off Let me go It's obvious to me I'll never be the one you need So leave me now Don't turn around I'm just a living casualty I'm your happy tragedy I've never been enough for you Everything I say I do I've never been enough for you It's never been enough Write me off Let me go It's obvious to me I'll never be the one you need So leave me now Don't turn around I'm just a living casualty I'm your happy tragedy Can you hear the sound of my insides turning out There's no meaning I'm just your happy tragedy I'm playing life's little games Seeing faces without names I'm your happy tragedy I'm your happy tragedy |
Who Wrote Happy Tragedy By Saint Asonia?
Adam Gontier, Michael Mushok
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