I FOLD
Drops of poison enter your body and seep from your pores
the sent is drenched upon your breath you got me slamming doors
Pissed off isn’t the right word It doesn’t seem to fit
I struggle to not cry as I look in your eyes and see this shit
The poison is yours and yours alone
as you sip from that bottle turning your self to stone
I shouldn’t be the parent here that’s supposed to be you
but I am left picking up the pieces of all other chances you blew
I cannot turn away and tell you I am done
Because I hope for the dad I knew for this ones not fun
so as you keep taking those sips and forgetting us all
I tell you it hurts that when I am sad, you I cannot call
because the trust has been lost to many lies told
so this fucked up hand I have been dealt I FOLD
as my eyes fill with liquid just thinking of this hell
I am waiting for God to ring your final bell
and leave me standing wishing for the dad I once had
the one that would do anything for me and not make me sad
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