Beer cans and empty bottles,
are all you seem to be,
there is no love,
in this obsession,
only lust,
and the more you drink,
the more I see the real you,
wasting away
into nothing,

There is nothing I can do,
to help you,
you don't want me
to help,
you'll only reject
the care I try to give,
and reflecting on this,
did you even really want
a kid?