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]
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