Blue, Dressed In Black

If the truth be known,
it's all a clever disguise.
On this mighty throne
sits a king who slowly dies.

The queen is gone.
I think she lost her head.
Will I carry on
Or will they carry me out instead?

I'm running out of reasons
to keep it under my hat,
cause I'll tell you where it's at.

I'm blue, dressed in black.
I'm blue, dressed in black.
I'm blue, dressed in black.
I'm blue, dressed in black.

While inside I grieve,
I wear this mask of pretend.
It's all make-believe.
I'm only fooling myself again.

I tell myself I'm healing
'til my fiction turns to fact.
But it's all part of the act.

I'm blue, dressed in black.
I'm blue, dressed in black.
I'm blue, dressed in black.
I'm blue, dressed in black.