Poetic Tragedy

The cup is not half empty as pessimists say As far as he sees nothing's left in the cup A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up A singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere He gave heed to nothing, and all that he was… Is just a tragedy So he voyages in circles Succeeds getting nowhere And submits to the substance That first got him there, there, there, there [Chorus] Then in violent frustration he cries out to God or just no one Is there a point to this madness? And all that he was… Is just a tragedy He feels alone His heart in his hand He's alone He feels alone I feel… Then on that last day he breaks And he stood tall And he yelled… And he yelled… And he takes his life [Chorus]