You don’t get to come back You can keep your lies I know you didn’t try Lighting up is all you had in your eyes So me and guys and her We suffered from the choices per The addiction you let control you Separated One with drugs One who lost One with debt And one who died We all cried We mourned what you took What you stole What we lost We can’t retrieve that time But the four of us No, three, That’s two for me Will make it up So when you hear me And ask, When you can come back The answer is When you clean up your act
I wrote this about about the sudden reemergence of my biological family and the emotions that come with that.