My father is a hypocrite, my mother was a saint.
My brother has his own life now
Myself? I need a drink.
My fathers father died a drunk
his wife buried with a bottle of wine.
My mothers mother died too soon
& now i’m worried about mine.
My aunts & uncles have their share
of wealth & poverty.
The wrong ones live while the good ones die
& I wonder how that can be.
My father became what his money attained
My mother let him go.
18 years of untrue love
with nothing left to show.
A son who couldn't stop lying
just to prove himself.
The other, simply trying
to make the best of Hell.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
My father is a hypocrite, my mother was a saint.
My brother has his own life now
Myself? I need a drink.
My fathers father died a drunk
his wife buried with a bottle of wine.
My mothers mother died too soon
& now i’m worried about mine.
My aunts & uncles have their share
of wealth & poverty.
The wrong ones live while the good ones die
& I wonder how that can be.
My father became what his money attained
My mother let him go.
18 years of untrue love
with nothing left to show.
A son who couldn't stop lying
just to prove himself.
The other, simply trying
to make the best of Hell.
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