Son Of An Addict
Son Of An Addict
I'm being pre judged, due to the things my father has done
They say I'll be like him, I act like they don't bother me none
The things they say, I feel like they're nonsense and dumb
But it still effects my life, their words have awfully stung
I'm not gonna fumble though, I'll stay up on my feet
I pray nothing defeats me, but they keep fucking with me
They tell me I'll live on the streets, selling drugs for loot
Then they wanna make peace with me? Nah, fuck your truce
It truly is hard, living life the way that I live
My hand grip loosens, and I only hang by the tips
Meaning suicide is on my mind, but I won't escape it like this
i'll on keep moving, even when people pray that I quit
I won't end up like my father, a druggie dead beat dad
They only say I will in hopes that it will get me mad
It honestly does though, their words scar me mentally
they say I'll amount to nothing and they harm me endlessly
It's like just because of my fathers actions, no one can trust me
When I meet new people, I don't speak of him till I know that they love me
I know this may seem cheesy, you may think its nothing dramatic
But this is truly how life is when you're the son of an addict
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