My Tragic Hero

I don't know what I was thinking when I just wrote what I did. Some sick, twisted song which I imagine viewing from the eyes of an equally sick, twisted drug-addict. The beat is kind of... well, dark. Sung in this crazy, rapid-type way. Just picture your mind half-drunk, hazy; and that you're about to die in a matter of minutes -- thats exactly what I did.

My tragic hero

Tastes like pure ecstasy

Hope faith and passion

Don’t mean a thing

My tragic hero

Hope you make room for me

Before you close my eyes

This is the last time that I play a song for you

This is the last time that I spill my heart

My soul keeps bleeding bleeding and bleeding bleeding

I don’t know what to do

My tragic hero

You’re ripping me apart.

My tragic hero,

Where did you go, last night?

Gave me some pleasure, then left to die (okay)

My tragic hero,

You hold and protect, despite

My tragic hero,

You left me to DIE

This is the last time that I play my songs for you

This is the last time, I hope I’ve made my point

Coz I’m so sick and tired

My mind so wired

Please understand

I can’t be your heroine

And take me hostage

Just for one night

And hold me closely

I’m taking the plunge, with you on my right

Moan, for I am exhausted

Cry, my despair

Scream, scream in agony

My tragic hero,

I can always depend on...

Moan, for you’re exhausted

And

Yell, a yell of truth

Don’t

Cry, tears of despair

This ain’t for me, its all for you

This is the last time that I play my songs for you

This is the last time that I make mistake

I can’t keep bleeding bleeding and bleeding bleeding

There’s so much I can take

My tragic hero,

Quit keeping me awake

My tragic hero...

...together we shall sleep.