The cup is not half empty as pessimists say As far as he's 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! 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 trAGETRY!(Screams at the last half) He feels alone His heart in his hand He's alone He feels alone I feel.... Then on that last day he breaks he stood tall And he yelled, and he yelled... WHY?!(violent frustration) WORLD?!(he cries out to God or just no one) WHY WORLD?! HATE!(There a pioont ot this madness?) YOU! HATE YOU! BYE WORLD!(Cause all that he was) is just a tragedy