you can check my phone but i cant check yours. what kind of double standards are those?

you said she had an affair, but little did you care, while you sat on that chair, twirling some other girls hair.

now that i see it, clear and bright, i'm ashamed of myself and admit that i lied.

i lied about you being a nice father, a nice son or a husband. i'm ashamed by the fact that you treated her like a dustbin.

now ashamed at you, as to how you can take this so lightly. blow around your money while she works nightly.

i'm afraid that i know it but can't do a thing. i see her every night, still looking at that ring.

you smoke and you drink but ever do you think, what would my daughter say if she knew i ran away.

ran away from my family, ran away from my child, ran away from the one's i loved, the ones who drove me wild.

and now you sit here casually, flirting with another one, while she, she's lifting a gun.

but it's not herself she's killing, she's stronger than that. she's killing love and trust and feeling like that.

i'm still watching you, seeing this different person, this different man who broke us apart.

never were you violent but you always screamed. well words speak louder than actions and boy were you mean.

and now that i'm bitter i just want to see how much more longer this will go on until you learn the value of family.