Sleepless dreams

Sleepless dreams V

His way is gone, he's on his own.
Everybody's gone. They left him alone. He's lost and I don't think he will ever find his way home.
I've done all I can, tried throwing him a bone. I should have done more.
Each and every time he needed me I just closed the door.
I guess this is what I get, I guess we never know what happens behind closed doors.
But I just wanted to put a stop to it and make sure there was no more

I don't think that there's anything left to say.
I guess the best we could do is prey.
Yeah I've said this all before, to chè.
My step dad always used to call me gay.
So I used to wait for te day that I would hold a knife to his throat.
Spread his blood all over my coat.
What you think this is a joke? I'm at my limit.
My patients is so thin, it's almost non existent.
Some days it's hard to resist it.

The best part about WE,
Is that I'm not you, I'm ME.
It is no longer thee,
That holds my hearts key.
You claim that I'm the new aged Gaddafi.
But I'll just prove you wrong, you'll see.

Everyone I care about just goes.
Why is this the life that god chose?
I guess I'll never know, but I'll be damned if I let anyone else step on my toes.
Could I have prevented this life? God only knows.
A little more to your left, yeah those. That's what I'm talking about.
I don't know what your talking about.
I don't know the exact amount.
All I know is that I'm the one who will win this bout.
"I'm a little tea pot. Short and stout."
You say that you hate me. Now by I doubt. You haven't got it in you.

I ask my self, "does she remember the date we had at the Penrith Centre?"
Then I ask, "I wonder how much that meant-to-her."
Every waking moment, I spent-with-her.
But now I represent-anti-her. And I do it happily.
I can't help that i enjoy it. That's just me.
I handle it all so 'exquisitely'
"You think he misses her?" Oh, definitely.

I'm like an artist trapped in his own drawings. Except I'm a writer stuck in his own lyric.
But I'm beginning to fear-it, may be the death of me.
And this whole drama may take what's left-of-me.
This isn't a game, not is it a jest-let's see, what the rest-of-ye, have to say-about-me.
Let's see if you've returned to your orig-inal-ity.
But I doubt it. You guess have a narrow mind. Oh surprisingly.
And yes that was sarcastically.
I don't mean to be so drastically, or dramatically.
But I do suck at being romantically.
And I do think that it's sad to be, and even sadder to see.
But there's nothing you can do but put up with it, that's just me! Ha ha ha
I Love just walking around. Fantastically.
But you can not reside in my heart, there's no more room for any more residentially.
But I agree all of you are entitled to confidentiality.
You cut me up surgically.
Why should I defend you? You deserted me.
It was your choice Brie.
It wasn't a mistake, you did it purposely.
But I doubt it was strategically.

There's a lot that I've never told you before.
That it makes it hard to ignore.
It's no delicacy or decor.
That If I told you, you would be out that door.

It's so sad to see someone pushed to the brink until there ready to kill.
And to anyone who doubts it, they just turn and say "I will"
But no matter what they do there is nothing that can distill the hurt swelling in their heart.
They've been torn apart.
They haven't got anything left for a new start! And who's fault is that?

I keep asking myself, does it have to be this way?
But there is nothing I can do or say,
That could alter, change or sway?
So nothing can be done today,
So for now, this is the way that it will stay.
It's a shame, but it's just the way it's gotta be.
But I don't think this is the way it oughta be.
I think the world oughta see, what were capable of.

My heart is a ghost town.
Hidden away in a place that cannot be found.
It's locked away, safe and sound.
Last person who tried ran head first into the ground.

He just sits there and smiles.
All the while his work is crumbling around him.
All of the evil begins to surround him.
No one has found him.

My days are numbered.
Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped in an eternal slumber.

I'm different and some people fear it.
Sometimes to the point where they refuse to go near it.
But most of them sound pretty sincere, it's pretty scary to think of it that way.

I'm never going to be the best.
But as long as my message gets across, I could care less. I'm against all of this, smoking, self harm, depression because of you.
From the moment you said were through you knew this is what I was going to do. Thinking of any of this hurts.
From day one I knew this Wasn't though to work.
Yet you continue to treat me like dirt.

I have to thank you. This much I owe you.
All I ever wanted to do was to show you that I was your equal and that I'm not below you!
So this gift, I bestow you.
But if I know anyone, I know you.
But I think you should go, shoo
My last chance I know, I blew. But what did you expect me to do?

So that's my story told.
So it's time for my cards to fold.
But at least my legacy will not be untold. So so long, goodbye, it was nice knowing you.
And I also enjoyed showing you what I can do so toodleoo!