Broken home

Daddy I don't care about you
Just like I don't care about christ
Empty promises I saw right through
Your lies
Left mom for another woman,
She started talking to a priest

Gun, damn it, I hate this shit
I hate staying up all night
Listening to my mom's cries
Prayers, hoping, any moment you
Walk through the door

My young sister forced to grow up
My babY sister, calling your name,
Oblivious to what's going on

I'm now going crazy, how can I focus
On school?
When the only thing in mind is that
Woman I'll have to call mom
How could you do this to us, me?
I thought love had no price

But now that you laying on another
Woman's chest
I hope you think about us, cause
Those are the last happy memories
You will ever have of us....