Because of you I learned to take the easy way out.
You taught me to hide, because no one really cared anyways.
And if you thought maybe they might, they would turn around and use it against you.
You taught me that strength meant hiding behind alcohol and cigarettes.
The problems were masked by the fear that someone might see right through you.
How can someone love someone so damaged?
The only real emotion I saw you display was anger.
You were always so angry.
What were you so angry about? Or was it someone who made you so mad?
Everyone has their own reasons, no one is born angry.
We are turned into beast by experience.
Afraid maybe of making the same mistakes.
The same mistakes your father made.
You hide behind addiction, it is sickening.
I'll look past that for now, to avoid making any assumptions.
I'll tell myself your sick, you are sick right?
This is not the behavior of someone who is well.  
I'll tell myself this is not my fault, it is not my fault right?
I did not make you this way.
It does all come back to me though.
Looking in the mirror and seeing a spitting image of you.
Does that make me sick like you?