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Pushing harder than ever and I'm asking for your help, you know
I still keep struggling.
Trying to keep control between my two separate lives, and the knives
I'm juggling.
When it comes down to it, I want respect, not insincerity.
Daily: pushing it from the back.
Nightly: I said it and I'm sticking to it.
Never: giving up the dream.
Daily: left to my thoughts again.
Nightly: wondering what comes next.
Never: giving up the dream, because it's what I'm living for.
I'm getting really tired of turning the other cheek and pretending
everything's fine.
Why don't you be a man? Why don't you take a fucking chance? Why
don't you get a fucking spine?
When it comes down to it, do you want regrets or a fonder memory?
At least then we can say "We tried it and we failed."
Daily: pushing it from the back.
Nightly: I said it and I'm sticking to it.
Never: giving up the dream.
Daily: left to my thoughts again.
Nightly: wondering what comes next.
Never: giving up the dream, because it's what I'm living for.
I don't mean to bitch but it's hard to ignore the results your complacency
breeds.
If you never make a move, you never see a result: feel the sting
of persistent needs.
Don't do it: don't lie to me and say we stand a chance when you
know there's just no way.
When it comes down to it at least you know we can say "We tried
it and we failed."
Daily: pushing it from the back.
Nightly: I said it and I'm sticking to it.
Never: giving up the dream.
Daily: left to my thoughts again.
Nightly: wondering what comes next.
Never: giving up the dream, because it's what I'm living for.
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