Текст песни Mystery

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