The War On Me

The war on me still rages
It’s tearing up the pages
Of what I hoped to be

My big idea it ages
And dies on dim-lit stages
There’s nothing left to see

My part is over, my party’s over
I’m closed for business

My walls have fallen, the night is calling
I’m shutting down

I never could confess
I wanted to impress
I’d watch you watching me

A poet of the soul
With a heart as hard as coal
As vain as vain could be

My part is over, my party’s over
I’m closed for business

My touch not needed, my words unheeded
I am unwound

My part is over, my party’s over
I’m closed for business

My walls have fallen, the night is calling
I’m shutting down

The war on me still rages
It’s tearing up the pages
Of what I hoped to be