this is the end i'll never look at you the same way again you walk a path of shame, all the while bearing your father's name would he be proud? would he be proud of the woman you've become?
do you find some sense of comfort filling your life with broken nights? it's hard for me to picture what's been between those thighs and really, it's not like i'm some golden boy but this is all still nothing new for trash like you we've been through this once before, yet here you are trying to convince me to lower myself to your standards do the world a favor and never sober up again
you play the victim so well, as if none of us can tell that's no way for a woman to carry herself that's no way for a woman to respect herself you've spent the last three hours knee deep in all your failures begging to get your fill from a man that means nothing to you it's people like you who make me scared to be a father because i would never want to call someone like you my daughter