Poetic Tragedy by The Used

The cup is not half empty as pessimists say
as far as he sees nothing's left in the cup
A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge
since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up

A singer, a writer,
he's not dreaming now of going nowhere
he gave heed to nothing
and all that he was is just a tragedy

So he voyages in circles succeeds getting nowhere
and submits to the substance that first got him there, there, there, there

then in violent, frustration
he cries out to God or just no one
is there a point to this madness
and all that he was is just a tragedy

He feels alone
His heart in his hands, he's alone
He feels alone
I feel

Then on that last day he breaks
and he stood tall
then he yelled, and he yelled
{why world, why world, hate you, hate you, bye world}

violent frustration
he cries out to God or just no one
is there a point to this madness
and all that he was is just a tragedy

127 Hours

I'm not really sure I have a favorite movie. It depends on the day I guess... But today I feel like my favorite movie would have to be 127 Hours, directed by Danny Boyle, my favorite director of all time. The reason I love this movie is because it portrays the emotions and feelings of the main character so well. That's the main reason why I love Danny Boyle's work. He just knows how to portray what the character in the film is feeling to the point where you actually feel a legit connection with the character. The way each scene is shot, the soundtrack which is almost always handmade specifically for that movie, and of course the acting. Danny Boyle is a master of movie-making. That's what I think.