Growing up I never really knew my dad
But it seems that if I had
I wound't be so mad
I would understand why that needle was more important than his only fucking son
I never understood drugs man
they take away our loved ones man
Make us feel like shit
Why didn't he love me
Was that fucking meth more important than me
So I sit here and think
Maybe he couldn't stop
He should've asked for help
I would've been there man
But now
I sit here man
Staring at that vase
With a cold case
Wishing he'd come back
But it's over now
He took his last bow
Now I'm stuck sitting here thinking I wasn't good enough
So I take a puff
It's my last resort
As I stuck that needle in
I under stood my dad again
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