I am my old mans son
The same disease that holds him tempts me Staring down the bottom of a bottle drunk and lonely Coasting through the days and nights With no real path or will for life
Changing shape and face and we know the reasons why What's done is done, you can't go back But you can ensure that none of the acts are ever committed by you again
You'd rather numb your life to the point where reality fades into dream and you're unaware which is really happening
It's not okay, what's the point of living without feeling? I'd rather die than be cut off from my emotions "Well it's alright. He's just an old man stuck in his ways" I don't buy it
You were good once, what changed? What happened to you?
fifteen years thrown down the drain for one more taste. What a selfish thing
Lying in the driveway
watch your daughter cry as you lean on your only son Am I your only son?
I won't always be there to lean on Get it together
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