Poetic Tragedy

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 

Then 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 takes his life

//The Used

TooLateTheHero.

I'll sing every song I know
if it will make you want to comeback
And then I'll say
That I missed you
And these words
They'll convince you
I poured through every song I wrote
Every line that I've cried every note
that was spilt with this pen
And every line in every song,
they all seemed to come out wrong,
Until your song
So let's sing it all night long
And I could call you bebe all the time
And you'd whisper in my ears,
you'd say, "I missed you boy"
So sing it over again,
and over again.

Who are you now?

Don't wake me up if I'm sleeping this life away
Tell me that I'll never be good enough
Sometimes it hurts to think it could really be that way
It won't be that way

I'm tired and I'm lost
I don't wanna be found
I put my heart and my soul
And strength in this now

So forgive me 'cause I won't forget that
Yeah, this world has changed me
So you know when you ask me

Who are you now?
Did you say what you want?
Don't go back to the start
I'm asking, who are you now?
Did they break you apart?
Won't you fight back for what you want?

Sometimes you gotta fall before you fly
We're gonna work it out

Yeah, yeah

Don't, don't, don't wake me up
'Cause I hate who I am today
So come on, come on
And just take, take, take what you want
Is it now what we're living for?
We're always wanting more

You made me hate my own reflection
Question every choice I make
So I could try to be perfect
But I will try to be fake

So forgive me 'cause I really could care less that
This world has changed me
So you know when you ask me

Who are you now?
Did you say what you want?
Don't go back to the start
I'm asking, who are you now?
Did they break you apart?
Won't you fight back for what you want?

Sometimes you gotta fall before you fly
And sometimes you really live, you've gotta try
We can change it all together, in the end you're gonna find
That what we felt in our hearts was real the whole time
When you open up your eyes, I hope that you find
Who you are, who you are

Who are you now?
Who are you now?

Who are you now?
Did you say what you want?
Don't go back to the start
I'm asking, who are you now?
Did they break you apart?
Won't you fight back for what you want?

Sometimes you gotta fall before you fly
Sometimes you gotta fall before you fly
We're gonna work it out


//Sleeping With Sirens

Lunatic

The depths of a mans soul can not be measured in a manor of meters and fathoms; but rather, it is in my opinion, only quantified by his proximity to haven and hell.

It was in such a state I ushered myself passed the town tavern, bursting at the seams with the sounds laughter and drunken piano playing.

Had it only been a different night, a different place, a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub, the events that transpired at that point would have undoubtedly been drastically different.

I can only guess if anyone outside that place had a clue when those exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless begging for their very lives.

Ang hirap.

ng walang nakakaintindi.

Bitter pattering.

There is nothing wrong with being bitter sometimes. Remember, medicines usually tastes bitter but it makes you feel well.

Anyways there is something to that, one is literal and the other is metaphorical. I believe being bitter emotionally prevents letting go and prolongs agony.

While bitter medicine speeds letting go of sickness and shortens agony.

Same word, but are very opposite in sense. Just a thought. ;)