Poetic Tragedy

Lyrics

The cup is not half empty as pessimists say  
As far as he's sees nothings 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  
  
Than 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 takes his life