Self Nailed

It's time to grow up
You're forty two, father of three
Divorced because of insecurities
You didn't work for one decade
Living off the wife's rich family
And getting high every day
To escape
From your inner wounded child
Lost your sons, Lost your wife
Left behind, Lost your mind
Violently blaming others
Threatening your own family
And owning no responsibility
Instead of becoming a good example
You became, You became
As bad as the people you blame
Holding on to bad times of years ago
Caged in a rusted corner of your mind
What happened to you wasn't fair
But that's how life is
But don't quit like you're dead
There's still time to make it