Do you think about it?
How it will
End
The time we’ve lost I
think about it
Quite a lot.I
look
At my dad
He’s worked
so hard his bones are breaking
He wore them out
He had to struggle
for everything he had.
In love with
girls,Cigarettes and booze he fell
It has worn
him down now
all that is left of
My father
Is a broken
Ruined shell.
I do not
Want
To end up like him
Living as a servant to
other
people’s whims
And my own
vices