Sleepless dreams

Better days

I wanna watch you burn.
It will be a lesson to myself. Maybe I'll finally learn, that you never trust the ones you love.
Because when push comes to shove their the ones who we have our back to,
And that's when they lack to, protect you.
They are the ones stabbing you in the back.
They are the ones always calling you whack.
They cause all this flack and send all this shit flying.
While others are crying and even some are dying.
And all you do is sit there, lying.
It's kinda funny.
Because, honey you never saw.
You chose to ignore.
Surrounded by all this greed,
We forget about the people who we really need.
We forget the traits we have to have to succeed.
So I'm sitting here ready to plead.
But your not willing to honour the terms to which we agreed.
I try to make a raft reed by reed,
But it ain't working. I can honestly say that I will never rely on weed to plant my devilish seed.
But maybe all I need is some love.
Or to shoot a dove clean from the sky and turn to you as you start to cry.
That's the best way to say goodbye in my eyes. That's how I would do it.
And you pretty much knew it would end this way.
So what else do I have to say?
All I can really do is pray that one day you'll understand.
Understand that your not in command.
I can't listen to your demands because I can't hear.

You don't give a shit.
I get it.
I'll be the first to admit, that this seems a bit pointless and hopeless.
So maybe I should.....,nope this,
This is all I know how to do and not to stuff up.
I love calling on your bluffs.
When you act so tough.
It's gone too far, I've heard enough.
I've been treated a bit rough, we all have. By the ones we care about.
Their the ones that harbour all of the doubt.
But I'm not about to prove them right, I'm here to prove them wrong.
So step 1. say goodbye, so long
Step 2. Find where you do and don't belong.
Step 3. go to where you DONT belong and make it yours. Spread your cause.
Do all of your necessary chores.
And when all the heard work is through stand and listen to all of your fans applause.
No more crying on the floor.
No more hiding behind closed doors.
No more reason for pause. You see something you want, you take it.
Or you do what you gotta do to make it yours.

I have a confession.
I have a certain obsession,
I don't know what it is, but it involves sessions of depression.
Now I never suffered from it, but I wanna stop it's progression.

It's all about depiction.
And the infliction, it has on us, the kids, the young adults, the adolescents.
The ones you treat like your slaves, your peasants.
And at the first chance you verbally gun us down like pheasants.
It's not pleasant is it?