The cup is not half empty as pessimists say
As far as he's 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
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
Then he yelled, and he yelled
(why world)
Violent frustration(why world)
He cries out to God or just no one(hate you, hate you)
Is there a point to this madness(bye world)
And all that he was is just a tragedy