You want me to visit you
But it's so hard sometimes
I tell you but you snap back at me
With an insulting comment to fill my eyes with its salty tears once again.

You ask for support,
But where was mine when I needed it
the most?
Oh yeah, it was being washed down
The drain with the ***** and whiskey passing by your lips every night you weren't here.
Like you always said,
You'll end up dead, in rehab, or in jail if the addiction worsens.
You were right for once.