The Used - Poetic Tragedy lyrics
[The Used - Poetic Tragedy lyrics]
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
And succeeds getting nowhere
And submit's 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 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
(Why world, why world, hate you, hate you
Bye world)
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
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
And succeeds getting nowhere
And submit's 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 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
(Why world, why world, hate you, hate you
Bye world)
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