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
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
Then he yelled, and he yelled (why world, why world, hate you, hate you, bye world)
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
The Used - Poetic Tragedy Lyrics
The Used - Poetic Tragedy Lyrics
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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
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
Then he yelled, and he yelled (why world, why world, hate you, hate you, bye world)
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
Succeeds getting nowhere
And submits to the substance
That first got him there, 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 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
Then he yelled, and he yelled (why world, why world, hate you, hate you, bye world)
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
Writer: Quinn Allman, Jeph Howard, Robert McCracken, Branden Steineckert
Copyright: Lyrics © SOVEREIGN MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © SOVEREIGN MUSIC
Performed By: The Used
Length: 3:44
Written by: Quinn Allman, Jeph Howard, Robert McCracken, Branden Steineckert