Tragedy of Myself
the tragedy of myself
it's like i set myself up for the fall
the punishment and all
a september call
a portrait plaster to your wall
the tragedy of myself
misery was given to me
i accepted
without a single plea
now as i roam
these county roads alone
seems to be
no place for me
i'm saddened but in a battle
reaching for a glass of cognac
But only the mirror knows my shadow
I grow weary
Thoughts fatigued in absence
Glory days futher than past tense
Story says i've been mis-licensed
stressing over ulcers and lisen
If you're not going to win
there's no since in fighting then
on my toes
moving quick as lightning when
the lights fade and the candles dim
order ammends
Next to the storys of men
untouchable until i'm felt
due to a lack of hunger
I belch
striving for unity
and future days of wealth
At a time when only templates
concern my health
flattered, bruised and battered
What is it exactly that your after
The silence or the laughter
In the depth of this night
It doesn't really matter
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