‘Specially the ones he loves
I call him father
Always criticizes
Finding fault in all I do
I’m s’posed to love him?
Accusing eyes watch
Follow me around the room
Waiting for mistake
Walking on egg shells
Whenever I’m around him
Waiting for his yells
Can be a great guy
Can also be a real cunt
Depends on his beer
Venting frustration
Seems to be always on me
Never leaves alone
Why do I withdraw?
Who the fuck should I speak to?
Mister Moodswing Man.
Pick fights all the time
Pissed off I don’t bite no more
Not playing your games
Turning into you
Fighting it every day
But can not help it
A losing battle
Ev’ry time I speak to you
Why do I bother?
Sometimes I love you
Then reminded how you are
By my reflection
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