Tearful, Bitter, Broken - The Provenance

So many things to say and not a soul to listen

How can I get your attention if not with my own words?

You know, it’s hard with thoughts eating away at you

It’s tough to take a stand when you’re sad

Messed up and tattered, feeling misunderstood

Swallowed pills, the taste of sweet sedation

The road ends with this, you know it will, but

You’re just glad you never had to brake

Looking back at people, places and events

That really meant something to this pale reality

In which you now find yourself tearful, bitter, broken

Must make you feel alone with the sorrows of man

With empty eyes you lay there, ignored and forgotten

The sun shines through just to burn your face

A welcoming smile at this parody of misfortune;

What made you think that anyone deserves this hell?

I’ve been where you are now, that’s no escape, I tell you

You must take control, fuck the sun and resurrect!

You’ve made yourself a victim, a self-burned man

The only way’s to take a stand and make yourself heard!

Messed up and tattered, feeling misunderstood

It’s a common thing and you should know this;

No one will ever listen to a man of no words

There’s simply nothing there…