Pomp and circumstances

"When i was born i lost,
when i was freed i fought,
now that i'm loved i'm caught
between the rest and this tragicness
an invited guest (ghost?),
torn broken and frayed
don't we face
warm sunshine and graves,
i want you to stay for a while
we can fail in style
i can hold your smile
for a while.

What was once new now gone,
what was once praised now wrong,
as they go we can say we know
but what do we know?
but warm sunshine and graves,
don't we see
what's bitter to taste?
torn broken and frayed
don't we face
warm sunshine and graves,
won't you stay?

Cuz i won't tell,
i won't tell a soul
that i'm mad as hell,
torn broken and frayed,
i'm torn broken and frayed,
no,
i'm cold worn out and shamed"