"Poetic Tragedy"

The cup is not half empty as pescimists say
As far as he's sees nothings left in the cup
A whole cup full of nothing for him to induldge
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

Then in violent, frustration he cries out to G-d 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