Turning into...

13 years later and I still bleed black.
In my dreams my memories come back.
Time went by.
And still I try.
To put you on the right path.
And still for you I bleed black.
You told me that you would change.
And now your still the same.
I find that very strange.
You drink yourself to sleep.
You swear to me a promise that you'll keep.
Drinking your problems away.
Drinking every single day.
Kind of leaves me with nothing to say.
For years I gave you my all.
And I was the one of us two left to fall.
Budweiser over your son.
Are you happy with what you've done.
They say that time heals all.
But the healing that is done is small.
You STILL haven't changed.
Your STILL the same.
And I STILL find that strange.
Maybe I should have died when I was a kid.
It would have made me forget what you did.
Erase all my memories.
Erase all the lies you made me believe.
Suicide would mean that you would have won.
Suicide would mean that I'll be gone.
Your not gonna get the best of me.
I'm still here and it's not hard to see.
My memories of you lay with the broken beer bottles from years ago.
Could you fix that for me mommy.
Could you bring back the past.
A tear streams down my face when I look at you.
Tears stream down my face when I look at the gravesite you'll be turning to...