Sometimes the things you think would help you only hurt you that much harder
You don't believe me that's okay go ask my only daughter
Lonely girl a roaming father 2 face mother fuck that cunt-her moms a cheater dad's a drunk but I'm the one they're keeping from her
Then there's my sister that's a picture she's a whore running through misters
And my brother fucked his cousin dirty gypsy freeload drifter.
Burglarize my wife and children
I worked so hard to buy that gift and took you just a split second to up-end my home I've built it. From the basement to the attic you crackhead I've fucking had it. That's enough, I've had enough i open my home, you turned your back- it fucking killed me like the time that Greg and I had a blow out, no goodbye, and the next time that I saw him I could barely recognize. He had staples in his head and a cut across his neck, the autopsy confirmation that my best friend- in fact dead. Never saw it coming- that was a real accident. What you did to us man- to me you're just as dead.