I can't think straight without the bottle to my lips
I can't think straight when the bottle's not there
Child rest your head you said Why, why must we behave?
Is it pain to watch the children grow and stray, if they become more like you every day?
After all, it's by you that they were raised
Year after year they watched you as you caved
It's easier to justify than to change
I turn my back on the very ones that I named

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