The Used - Poetic Tragedy

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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 no where

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



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 like

I feel



Then on that last day he breaks

and he stood tall

then he yelled, then he yelled

and he takes his life

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





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