A cold season that wouldn't pass. Now comes to an end. I wont drift away like the rest of them. My father caught in its noose. I watch him choke and hang. A tradition of addiction. So hard to break. It caught so many before. But It wont catch me. I loosen its grip I break free.
This cycle ends with me, I wont be bought to my knees. I can't bare the hurt, I cant bare the pain, I cant wear the chains, that you handed down to me. Father.