I see the truth through troubled eyes,
but not as a child as he puzzlingly lays,
there's no one to live for in my scope,
so I get get high on alcohol & the dope,
I know it'll be a week of in-bed cries
as I cold turkey what ruins my days
My poor father's finding it hard to cope
I believe it's the last chance for hope
A nightmare that I finally woke?