I wanted to tell you
that it is my fault

I really wanted to tell you
but kept it in vault

those times you got high
hiding within you  
while mum and dad argued  
I saw you but kept quite

I should have led you
any where but home
but I could not

we were both young
now it is too late
your an addict and I am
destroyed by guilt

whirling and twirling
with the sound of life
play your tune so I
can dance your rhythm