"The Tragedy" lyrics
Such a broken young thing
Wears her pain like a stolen wedding ring
Likes to think she's the poison
On the lips, on the lips of the king
She wants to be the wreckage, she wants to be damned
She wants to ruin everything and everyone she had
Out there in the desert stands a single tree
And that's where I've been waiting for the girl that she could be
And out here in the desert
With the last sign of life
And that's where I've been waiting
For the girl that she could be
She wanna be, wanna be
The tragedy
Wanna be, wanna be
The mess that she's
Always been, always been
The wildfire
Burning through your heart
Such a broken young thing
With no intention of saving herself
Likes to think she's the ballerina
Dancing rings dancing rings round the king
She wants to be the wreckage, she wants to be damned
She wants to ruin everything and everyone she had
Out there in the desert stands a single tree
And that's where I've been waiting for the girl that she could be
And out there in the desert stands a single tree
And that's where I've been waiting for the girl that she could be
Waiting in the desert out by the tree of life
My first thought in the morning and my last thought for the night
She wanna be, wanna be
The tragedy
Wanna be, wanna be
The mess that she's
Always been, always been
The wildfire
Burning through your heart
She wanna be, wanna be
The tragedy
Wanna be, wanna be
The mess that she's
Always been, always been
The wildfire
Burning through your heart
The tragic ballerina
Sitting in the dressing room
Asking her broken mirror
Where it all went so wrong
And out there in the desert stands a single tree
And that's where I've been waiting for the girl that she could be
Waiting in the desert out by the tree of life
My first thought in the morning and my last thought for the night
And life is what you make it
But it's the kind of dance
Some people they were built for this
And some people just aren't
She wanna be, wanna be
The tragedy
Wanna be, wanna be
The mess that she's
Always been, always been
The wildfire
Burning through your heart
She's the tragedy
She's the shooting star
She has always been the wildfire
That is burning through your heart
Wears her pain like a stolen wedding ring
Likes to think she's the poison
On the lips, on the lips of the king
She wants to be the wreckage, she wants to be damned
She wants to ruin everything and everyone she had
Out there in the desert stands a single tree
And that's where I've been waiting for the girl that she could be
And out here in the desert
With the last sign of life
And that's where I've been waiting
For the girl that she could be
She wanna be, wanna be
The tragedy
Wanna be, wanna be
The mess that she's
Always been, always been
The wildfire
Burning through your heart
Such a broken young thing
With no intention of saving herself
Likes to think she's the ballerina
Dancing rings dancing rings round the king
She wants to be the wreckage, she wants to be damned
She wants to ruin everything and everyone she had
Out there in the desert stands a single tree
And that's where I've been waiting for the girl that she could be
And out there in the desert stands a single tree
And that's where I've been waiting for the girl that she could be
Waiting in the desert out by the tree of life
My first thought in the morning and my last thought for the night
She wanna be, wanna be
The tragedy
Wanna be, wanna be
The mess that she's
Always been, always been
The wildfire
Burning through your heart
She wanna be, wanna be
The tragedy
Wanna be, wanna be
The mess that she's
Always been, always been
The wildfire
Burning through your heart
The tragic ballerina
Sitting in the dressing room
Asking her broken mirror
Where it all went so wrong
And out there in the desert stands a single tree
And that's where I've been waiting for the girl that she could be
Waiting in the desert out by the tree of life
My first thought in the morning and my last thought for the night
And life is what you make it
But it's the kind of dance
Some people they were built for this
And some people just aren't
She wanna be, wanna be
The tragedy
Wanna be, wanna be
The mess that she's
Always been, always been
The wildfire
Burning through your heart
She's the tragedy
She's the shooting star
She has always been the wildfire
That is burning through your heart
Writer(s): Paul Matthews, Christoph Wieczorek, Julian Breucker, Benjamin Richter
