You have to do this all the time... i told you that i would come back around you when i was ready,
i promised not to ignore the kids or and to call on birth-days and to c them on holidays,
it kills me enough inside to c them when i do... and to hear their stories i swear that its the end,
and then you give me your hidden guilt trips so that no one else can hear or understand,
I am sick of dealing with you and your problems that you make mine,
i don't get it and i don't think that i want to I am sick of you and your sick mind games,
I am done with the lies and the false promises and you in general,
you use your own kids to get to me i cant believe that your wife of all people would let you do that and sadly in a way i can c you doing that,
your sick mentally and you have to push it off on your kids god i wish that they were old-enough to c what i c in you,
to keep away from you, you come home high and i don't even want to know what happens then and I am glad i don't,
just remember:
I AM DONE
