Verse 1
This isn’t a letter you answer back
It’s ink in the ground, it’s a line in the sand
A year and a half of your hand held out
Not need, not duty—just what you found
Sixty thousand reasons you never earned
You took what was there, watched the lesson burn
Help for the surgery, yeah, that was fair
But you healed up quick and you stayed right there
Pre-Chorus
Availability isn’t obligation
Having means isn’t your salvation
Chorus
Dad is not your bank
His memory’s not a loophole
You don’t get to drink him dry
Then cry like you’re the victim in the room
This isn’t survival
This isn’t pain
It’s exploitation dressed up as shame
Verse 2
Someone moved in to stop the bleed
Paid your bills so you wouldn’t need
Gave you notice, did it clean
You answered back with teeth and spleen
You call it family, call them names
Then run back asking Dad the same
You resent the man you keep on draining
Play the wounded while you’re still demanding
Pre-Chorus
Victim stories on repeat
Same damn script, different week
Chorus
Dad is not your bank
His memory’s not a weapon
You circle back, you tell it twice
You wait him out, you apply the pressure
That’s not desperate
That’s rehearsed
That’s knowing where it hurts the worst
Verse 3
You know he forgets what he already gave
You know what to say, you know how to stay
You’ve threatened, sold what wasn’t yours
Crossed locked doors, crossed every border
Blocked on the phone so you call the house
Told you’re not welcome—you stayed anyhow
Long enough to walk away
With another twenty-five hundred paid
Bridge
No apology
No account
Just excuses bleeding out
Hand out, palm up, same old plea
While you rot in what you made to be
Verse 4
Here’s the truth you won’t let land
You burned your bridges with your own hands
Drinks cost you trust, cost you work
That’s not fate—that’s cause and hurt
If you can’t hold a job, that’s not his debt
Not his mess, not his regret
Using a man who can’t remember
What you took just last September
Final Chorus
Dad is not your bank
His finances aren’t your right
And his memory loss
Isn’t yours to weaponize
This isn’t hardship
This isn’t bad luck
It’s moral failure wrapped in “enough”
Outro
This letter is a record
So there’s no confusion
What you’ve done is seen
And it’s not forgiven
Veni_Vidi_Vici
