Empty Cupboard

Over the hill, far and gray,
Pain so hard, I think I'll perish
From this earth so torturous in nature.
I once was a bastion overflowing with ideas,
But now am an empty cupboard, bare of the essentials.
Why don't I pour my tears all over you?

Over the hill far and gray,
Pain so excruciating, I should slit my wrists
And end this painful travesty
You people call my life.
At one time, I was an arsenal,
Stocked full of the sweetest goodies,
But now am an empty cupboard, bare of the essentials.
What do you even care?

Over the hill, far and gray,
The sun shining on ninety-nine percent of the globe,
And you, like so many other nymphs, bask in its radiance.
I honestly wonder how this could happen,
How I could be so empty while others are so gay,
For at one time I was filled with so much pride,
But now am an empty cupboard, bare of the essentials.
Let me get out my violin and play for you.