Why am I awake, late at night.
Why am I thinking about putting up one last fight.
The words I say, they won't matter.
I can throw the ball but there's no batter.
They once supported me, said I did great.
Now I must pay them here, while they support elsewhere, to put food on their plate.
I can't buy friends, nor will I fake it.
Because in this business I'm in, that's not how you make it.
I looked like an ass speaking out to prevent the problems I now face.
During a time when things were good, I was viewed as a disgrace.
Now they scratch their heads while looking for the answer.
I knew it all along but if I say so now, the words go unnoticed and untreated like a cancer.
I wish I could say this will all go away.
But without your eyes here to see this, it all ends today.
