I am the star of my own private tragedy
Set to the tune of a black and white memory
Dancing with shadows that glide though the entryway
Leading the colors away
Instinct leads them here, legends of our mothers
Laughter of the tears, echoes of the fall
I am the star of my own private tragedy
Reaching for hands that just slip away silently
Shrouded in in emptiness no one to sing to me
Keep all the colors away
Keep it out of sight, hide it in a mirror
Underneath the light, just above the fear
You are the star of your own private tragedy
Nothing remains but the smoke of the effigy
Clawing the soul as it climbs to be free
Now the colors are too far away
