Poetic Tragedy Songtext
von The Used

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
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


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

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