In an aquarium I've seen fish sleep. Suspended as though in space. Yet I've never seen fish yawn. I guess they funnel enough of tiny bubbles of oxygen that allows them to frolic among the corals. And under the giddy lights of the casino the gamblers too carried away at the tables too wrapped up in placing bets or plunging down the arms of bandits unaware oxygen slyly pumped into the hall kept them awake to swim as fishes in their glass world. Oblivious and never wiser. Gamblers never gets richer only poorer.
You can't save a loser They have to save themselves. No matter how you love them You can’t breathe for someone else. You can’t pay their emotional bills With the love stored in your heart. You can’t be with them 24/7 So it’s best for you to start Waking to reality’s demands And wash your hands Of this self-destructive fantasy. Soon, even they will understand.
And if they don’t see wisdom In what you are trying to do Let them go on and ruin their life But it won’t be because of you. Maybe you think it is too late Because you spoiled them already, So now they need your guiding hand To keep their courses steady.
If you’re strong enough to realize You’re not helping them a bit You can gather enough love And strength enough to quit Babying someone who today Is no longer just a little child. Let them find their own rock bottom At the risk of being totally wild. It’s really the only thing to do. So, if you are the wife, the friend; Sister, father, brother or mother, You will find you have the time For you and the loser to recover.