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