Sleepless dreams

Talk is talk

He always used to boast.
But he was never there when I or anyone needed him the most.
Do everyone packed their boats, and left. So maybe this is the night.
No he won't do it, he isn't anything more than a two-bit parasite.
Just hoping and praying for the fire to ignite just to get him through another night.
But out of pure spite, the fire died and the light died out.
I mean any amount of light could help but I can't see any.
Oh welp. I just go talk to my good old friend Benny.
Just you wait because he will. And when-he breaks, no one will be there.

I can't look weak, I'm supposed to set an example.
But how can I do that when I'm always being trampled.
I would love a show-case or a sample of what the 'good life' is like.
Although I do tell all of the happy people to take a hike and quit the bullshit, because talk is talk
And talking ain't shit if you can't back it up with the walk.
Or you could take it to a new level and stalk

I've seen that look before.
What the hell are you pushing me for?
This fact I cannot ignore

Look T if you read this you have to know that one day we will move past this.
Everything just went I shit so fast it's crazy.
I remember that I once picked a daisy and I instantly thought of you.
What, you think I'm kidding you?

Most people talk a big game.
But that gets me thinking, can they back up their inflated name?
Is all the money and fame really worth it?
Is it really worth all this time to try and unearth it?

You see, I'm too scared to drink.
Because as soon as I do, I cease to think,
And god only knows what will happen if I get pushed to my brink.
Maybe I'll stay afloat, but I'll probably sink.
Straight down, into the drink.
Not once did I stop to think what would happen, how it would affect us.
But now alcohol and violence is what infects us.
And as soon as someone sees that, they reject us.
We have to fight, in order for them to respect us.

I guess I owe all of this to some special people in my life.
I wouldn't be able to do the things I do without them, I'd be in all kinda of strife.
But every now and then, I take a good long hard look at that knife, and think "what do they see?"
Do they do it for attention? Or to be set free?
But for the past year all I that's all I could really see.
Like my ex-girlfriend and me.
I guess it's wrong to say that I'm airing for an apology.
And I guess it's stupid to bring up numerology.
But I guess that this is it for me. This is how I choose to love my life. And that's my choice, not yours. So goodnight.