Why would you do this to me?
Why would you do this to our family?
you drink your life into your own abyss
but you don’t bother to say you’re sorry

you try to tell us you’re fine, “no really!”
but your secrets will not answer me this,
how could you do this to our family?

with sober on your breath, you smile sweetly
but I know you want poison on your lips
don’t even bother to say you’re sorry

you don’t say what’s on your mind, naturally
which you know somehow always makes me pissed
how dare you do this to our family?

I would like to think since we’re family
you’d try to see the truth for what it is
you say it now, but you are not sorry

I feel like it’s me, but it’s not truly
even though that’s what you always insist
why would you do this to our family?
keep on saying it, but you’re not sorry