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by Samantha Oct 26, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
He said he beat this I look into his drunken eyes And see the pains he tries to hide I pull my sleeve back down Trying to overlook the past That I sought to rehash Dumping out another beer As my mom slams her bedroom door Yelling at him not to come back here anymore He passes out And I switch off his radio Cleaning the spilt beer on the floor Hes gonna get it from her tomorrow And shell get her stuff and go Leaving me to deal with him, all on my own I close my eyes and dream That hell get the help he needs Cause this drunken monster Cannot be my father