Tragic - Tommee Profitt, Fleurie

Love, don’t get in the way

Of the/this game I was born to play

Your feelings they can’t have a say

In this game you’re either hunter or prey

High up here on this wire

You think that you can’t fly any higher

You get burned before you feel any fire

When will you let go?

This is tragic

We’re all phantoms

You are drifting far away from here

This is tragic

In these shadows/ in the madness

You’ve become everything you fear

This is tragic

Well pride will break you in time

You get lost get lost in the climb

Your heart left to die on the vine

No one left to watch you Divide

When will you finally let go?

This is tragic

We’re all phantoms

You are drifting far away from here

This is tragic

In these shadows/ in the madness

You’ve become everything you fear

This is tragic