I'd like to talk about my dad walking out,
but when he gets brought up I want to walk on out.
Knock him out and take the hostile route.
Stalking his house who's the hostage now?

Click-Click, Daddy, now call me dumb,
Isn't this fun, see how you like to fall or run.
I thought we were musketeers...all for one.
So what's up with the all or none.
Look, while you were away, I learned to palm a gun!
Shh shh shh, try and remain calm and drunk.

Okay, now, WHAT DID I DO!
Was it me, Was it you,
Was it something to do WITH THIS MOTHER-F&^%ING BREW.
Was it true when mom said you don't have a clue?

To me, it's more like you don't have a heart,
I got kids and I never won't have a part
of seeing them through, even though that's hard.
Know that scared. Yah, I'll throw that card.
Though, it'll never reach you unless it's shown in a bar.

And the worst part is, I'm opposite you, I choose to see.
You're blind to the facts, I had to loose my seed.
I miss him so much but I'll never be like you choose to be...

Booze my grief...use and let loose of me,
Abuse them and their mother, then choose to leave.
I refuse, it's just not in me.
But, I guess, thank you for showing me who not to be.



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