If we do not learn to change We have, already lost I have traveled So far to find So little, meaning In In tragedy,or tragedy In, the search for, meaning Dark clouds have lead me here Confined, freedom

From the outside, stand and judge like enemies Opened eyes, see reality Trying all the while, to knock me down, this tragedy And the days turn to memories How could, how could this be, that I feel nothing As the days pass and replaced by memories What do

Just open up your heart Or open up your eyes Right till the day you die So anytime you wanna laugh Anytime you wanna cry And baby laugh or cry This ain't no tragedy, this ain't no addiction This ain't no comedy, this ain't no fiction But baby you make me

La la la la la la love And I won't be made a fool of Don't call this love La la la love If you could envision The meaning of a tragedy, ooh You might be surprised to hear it's you and me When it comes down to it You never made the most of it, ooh

(With you) With you It seems like they all want me to fail But I’m not going back Not going back, baby Please tell me you don’t want me to fail ‘Cause I’m not going back Not going back I could've been a tragedy That’s why these fake niggas who call me

Oh oh tangled up And get me waking up Shake it up, tangled up You could be breaking up, making up, tangled up You can't be faking it, making it from my love With all this tragedy, don't get me tangled up I took the perfect avenue, Down the road to both

Cry agony, cry agony Try honesty, try honesty Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls Die tragedy, die tragedy Hop in in your dump truck, reverse for good luck Ride over me, ride over me Call me a cheapskate, come on for Pete's sake Forgive me

If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity? 'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why Why are you my clarity? Why are you my remedy? How

Stood there leaning to the city moon, Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms The black-clad voyeur in in his black-clad masque In In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass With their fabled illusions, the vain

Detox just to retox So boycott love Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy And I'd promise you anything for another shot at life Imperfect boys With their perfect ploys Doc, there's a hole where something was. What a match, I'm coming apart at the