| Lyrics |
Never much for celebration
Always raining on someone's parade
St.
Joe of the self afflicted
Deeper meanings for a simple day
I am the king of the tragic ones
Only happy when something's wrong
I go on...
There's a method for the madness
Tortured artist wearing dark sunglasses
Wear depression for a fashion
Hiding only to be seen by someone
I am the king of the tragic ones
Only happy when something's wrong
I go on
I wear my bleeding heart high on my sleeve
For all to see
I wear my bleeding heart high on my sleeve
Don't look at me
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