A singer, a writer
he's not dreaming of 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

Then on that last day he breaks
and he stood tall
then he yelled, then he yelled
and he takes his life