Sleepless dreams

The stars.

No matter how fucked up and twisted your life might be.
The fact is that you mightn't see,
The blessings that god has granted thee.
I can almost certify and guarantee,
That we could walk through this blissfully.
But we sure as hell ain't making it out peacefully.
Everything was supposed to turn out perfectly.
But it all turned into a tragedy

I don't get it, some days I say I have too much then I say I have nothing to loose.
Make up your damn mind Sam cuz even I'm confused.
Although most of my friends are just amused at my feeble attempt.
I don't feel the need or the ability to achieve the redempt.
Even though you know-what-I-meant
Every waking moment I spent, I spent it in good health.
Even when I stared talking to myself.

I had a vision.
That we would escape this hell and break free of this prison.
But we don't have the provisions,
To survive another remission.
Be we're gonna have a decision to make,
Some steps were going to have to take.
I don't have time to be fake.
I have a mission, this hill to retake.

I keep pressing theses keys,
And yet no one knows what they really mean to me's
So please oh please.
Take a look at these.
I know I'm insane, once I thought the moon was made of cheese. Well I guess I'm wrong, like always.
It's seems like it's getting longer all days.
I mean no shit no way.
There ain't nothing you could say that would change me.

He walks around denying.
He's strongly implying,
Slowly dying, crying out for help.
He knows he's lying when he says he's fine.
But what he doesn't know is that he hasn't been in the right mind.
And if no one starts looking I don't think there will be anything to find.
He is always trying to be kind but it just doesn't work.
Everyone just treats him like dirt.
He's hurt and no one is paying him the care,
So he is just trying to light his flare, but it's too wet from all his tears.
He's been crying over his fears.
His worst nightmare coming true, the demons drawing near.
He can't hear anything, because to him nothing is clear.
He cannot see how many people he has near.
All he sees is hem disappear.
Each day he looks in the mirror and sees himself.
He thinks about him and his health. But eventually he gives up and no one go drag him back down.
I fear that if he doesn't start swimming he may drown.
But there's something in him that I found, a spark.
It ain't much but it's enough to guide him through the dark.

He feels nothing but pain.
There's nothing more for him to gain, if here was where he would remain.
Even though he has the will, he knows things will never be the same.
But he ain't never lied. So why does everyone have to treat him this way a-gain?
He never wanted the money, fortune and fame. He just wanted to get his message out there.
To let everyone know to make them all aware.
But he can't seem to wake from his nightmare.
He screams, struggles and pulls his hair. But it's no use.
He was the one that was chosen to be the Christmas goose.
His dad taught him to Tie a proper noose or a neck tie.
So he thinks he should use it and just die.
He can't speak so how could he say goodbye?
No one can hear him, so don't feel his pain, don't shed a tear and cry.
The beat he can do is leave a note, and hope someone reads it as it says 'I tried'
His brains fried from the constant shouting.
All the betrayal, back stabbing and doubting.
It all amounts to the point where he just cannot be accounted for the damage he causes.
He will not be able to take a pause.

He cannot think,
He's been pushed to the brink.
There's puke down the sink.
It's just a trink-et.
He can't even think, it's insane.
No one can train that hard,
He can be a retard, sure.
But that doesn't mean that anyone can ask a little bit more.
Why can't you see that he's crunched up on the floor?

The point of having people that you love,
Is that when push eventually does come to shove, they have your back.
But we seem to have this nack to push everyone away right before anything happens.
Most people just stand there crappin' their pants.
This may be our last chance to escape.
Oi J! Close those drapes and lock the door, and hide I'm the basement.
So for days every night, we spent it in fear.
Fear that the love of the world would just disappear.
Just flare up, poof, gone. Nowhere near it gone.
No we could be wrong but that quirky boy looks a little like me.
But I cant see so let's go take a look.
He's deeply involved, delved into his books, it's kinda wired.
He crunched up as I neared.
He had nothing to fear but he didn't know that.
There he sat, and this stranger walks up, I ain't the nicest looking person either.
But something is odd, the way it looks. To me-the eyes are constantly staring.
The voices are always blaring.
The people are still daring for me to do it, as if I haven't learned.
I've been burned enough to call this meeting adjourned.
So looks like the tables have turned so I call it a night but one last thing..

I don't do this for attention. No the money or to be famous.
I can't believe your ignorance, you ignoramus.
So please explain-to-us the cause for all this attention.
Oh did I fail to mention,
That we've all been suffering from a mental block or as I like to call a detention.