Tragic

Friends come and go
I never got to tell you so
But I have tried

People call it as
If it was
As if we were one game

It's a gift, it's a lie
My mood is playing with my thoughts
My Presley Thoughts

It ain't even fun to dream
We're just victims of reality

And indeed I was blind
It's always hard
To look from the other side

In my mind
There will be an place when this
When this present ain't a way to live

I had never lied this loud
To anyone before
I had never tried
Let me explain myself this time

Take back to the place I sat
Where I could just smoke
Where the birds won't shut up
Why can no one tell me this is tragic?



Credits
Writer(s): David Anaya Solórzano
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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