Woorden: Cale Hawkins. Tragic.

She says she's not to be trifled with
On the account of how she is
She don't know where she's going
And she don't know how she feels

And now she's stuck
Flipped over with her head in the sand, didn't even bother to look around
She needs something that will make her understand before she's lost and can never be found

It's tragic
Tragic that it had to end this way
It's tragic
Tragic tragic tragic yeah

She's painting pictures with kaleidoscope eyes behind a banner of blue and gray
And all the while she's thinking what a surprise but I think that in fact she knew all day

And now she's downed one too many she done maxed out her life
And now she's leaving it for better days
And inside she's not thinking about why but how
It came to be this way

It's tragic
Tragic that it had to end this way
It's tragic
Tragic tragic tragic yeah