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