Sometimes I sit here and wonder and think
Why he sits there and argues when he drinks
He's always got me, he always knows I'm there
but sometimes the way he treats me just isn't fair
I sit here and think, does he really mean it
Tell people, they hear it, when they see it they believe it
Don't think it's worth it, to listen to what he say
Hearing it all the time, 7 days a week everyday
Smoking and drinking it both of them together
Sometimes it feels like the arguments just last forever
At this moment I don't really care
No matter what he won't loose me, I'll always be there
He can treat me like crap like a bum on the street
But if he continues I'm not gonna be there 7 days a week.
