Dad...
The ceiling is covered in blood
And I noticed the bruises on your skin
Dad...
The condoms in the drawer for me
Why are you wanting more kisses now?
Dad...
I notice your drinking more and more
You're losing a lot of weight I see
Dad...
The cuts on your skin you never hide
There's two knives missing... don't say...
Dad...
You swear alot and you push me away
Looking back, when did this all change
Dad...
People say we are so alike...
Don't turn into me
