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