I grew up in an alive home.
Having everything, needed for a little girl.
As I got a year older, each year.
Everything started to fade.

I'm older now, I know what's happening.
You can't pretend, nothing's wrong.
I see you like that, and it makes me cry.
It's like i break down a little each time.

I don't speak up, i never will
It's not who I am.
In my mind I say....
"My family will never be like this one."

Each sip you take, your taking a piece of me.
Just stop!
Stop killing yourself, and emmotionaly scaring me.
I will be gone soon, and maybe never look back

You say your here.
Your not really here.
The only thanks I can give you, is for bringing me into this world.

Your killing yourself.
Your not taking me with.
Right now, your downstairs.
Where are you really?

I just want my dad back.