I am nieve to believe your sickening excuse,
But for our son remain to keep the peace, I called upon a truce.
It's not fair that you dare, you act like you don't care.
I am stupid for understanding,
It's not like I'm a bitch or even ridiculously demanding.
He's your son, he should be your saviour
I'm shocked by your ways and selfish behaviour.
I am a fool to let you rule this situation isn't cool.
A distant father but your not that far away,
Never interested in his schooling or parent teacher day.
I am fed up of hearing your always hard done by, yet you can afford to party don't you think that's just sly?
You go on like we live in outer space,
You never call or ask about him, to your own disgrace.
I am sick I've had this for nine years,
Our boy he thinks that nobody cares.
Two days out of fourteen you parent our son,
more bothered by drink not by the damage that's done.
I am scared our son is being effected,
when you let him down I can see he feels rejected.
You only have one chance to share these moments, strangled by your image and your lifes long torments.
I am here everyday by his side,
the pain he is feeling, he cannot hide.
When age catches up and your reminiscing,
I'll be sure to know you'll regret the memories you are missing.
I'm not mad, just sad, our boy needs his dad,
he should never have to feel like he's done something bad.
And when you wake up from the lifestyle you've live, I hope our son is able to forgive.