Lyrics Tearful, Bitter, Broken - The Provenance

Tearful, Bitter, Broken

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…