I can smell the beer on your breath
When you come home as the sun is waking
You'd rather spend your time
With a five dollar whore
Then you're two year old daughter
You pass out cold as I look at you
I see a coward of a man
Who doesn't deserve the air he breaths
And soon you ran
Never looking back
Leaving wounds on your way
You took away the light
Of a six year old girl
And replaced it with loneliness, darkness
Now she is grown up and
See you for who you really are
A pathetic human being
You took away her incense
You forced her to feel such pain
So I leave you with these final words
Goodbye,
Dad
