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The Used - Poetic Tragedy
The cup is not half empty as pessimists sayAs 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 fades to nothing, and all that he was.... Was just a tragedy So he voyages in circles Succeeds getting nowhere And submits to the substance That first got him there, there, there, there In violent frustration, he cries out to God or just no one "Is there a point to this madness?" and all that he was.... Was 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 up tall And he yelled... And he yelled... In violent frustration, he cries out to God or just no one "Is there a point to this madness?" and all that he was.... Was just a tragedy |
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