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Father
I remember the screams and the fights
And how they kept me awake all those nights
I remember how you used to break things with your fists
Getting angrier when you hurt your wrists
You used to yell about how we were to blame
How your life was going down the drain
And how we were the reason your life was falling apart
I remember watching my mother cry when you broke her heart
While mother would read to us and sing lullabies
You were always saying your goodbyes
I Remember waiting for you to come back
Counting the hours, until I lost track
You would come home drunk and yell some more
Screaming at us about some forgotten chore
You were never happy, always mad
And I remember wishing you weren't my dad
Then one day you were gone
And I couldn't understand what I had done
I was too little to realize that it wasn't my fault
That this was just another memory to be locked in a vault
I was five when you looked me in the eye
And told me you no longer loved me
I remember how you called my mother a whore
Just as you walked out the door
And how they kept me awake all those nights
I remember how you used to break things with your fists
Getting angrier when you hurt your wrists
You used to yell about how we were to blame
How your life was going down the drain
And how we were the reason your life was falling apart
I remember watching my mother cry when you broke her heart
While mother would read to us and sing lullabies
You were always saying your goodbyes
I Remember waiting for you to come back
Counting the hours, until I lost track
You would come home drunk and yell some more
Screaming at us about some forgotten chore
You were never happy, always mad
And I remember wishing you weren't my dad
Then one day you were gone
And I couldn't understand what I had done
I was too little to realize that it wasn't my fault
That this was just another memory to be locked in a vault
I was five when you looked me in the eye
And told me you no longer loved me
I remember how you called my mother a whore
Just as you walked out the door
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