*Voor je begint wil ik waarschuwen dat het een vreselijk lang gedicht is, maar het zegt alles wat ik te zeggen heb over hoe ik me voel...een onverstuurde brief naar m'n vader die af en toe wel eens vreselijk dronken kan zijn...*
dear dad, i don't know what's the deal
about the fucking booze
ever thought about how i feel
or what you have to lose?
with every drop, i slip away,
little by little i turn my back
until one time will come the day
i'll spit it out and crack
you'll get to hear the things
i only whisper in my head
what you can't buy with diamond rings
what i have never said
you've always been the perfect dad
exept when you were drunk
well, i've lost that thought i had
while you searched for your funk
i really love you, but you don't see
it shows in how i thinks
it shows in how much it's hurting me
how you're changing when you drink
here's a little newsflash, dude
YOU CAUSE ME SO MUCH PAIN
could you instead of being rude
just listen to what i'm saying?
you really have the perfect wife
she deserves all the best care
what you mess with is also her life
and hey, she needs you there...
i have no idea of why you do it
and i don't want to know
but, if it helps to get you through it
well please then have your go
i just want you to remind me then
as the daughter you once had
i need you right behind me, man
i don't want you when you go mad
i really don't see what's the thing
about having to drink
you don't know what is it you bring
when your drunk mouth says what you think
IT'S PATHETIC, IT'S FUCKING SAD
and that for a man like you
the man i proudly call my dad
i wanna call you superman too...
you once were my ideal
of what my character should be
but now that i see what's really real
you won't rub off on me
i don't wanna depend on liquer
i don't wanna crash like you
i don't want to wear your sticker
i don't wanna see the things you do
i don't wanna become what you are showing
i don't want to feel this hate
the urge to speak keeps growing
i'll warn you when it's too late
oh yeah and leave my mom alone
she's done you nothing wrong
she doesn't want your heart of stone
or the same boring old song
so get your hand off of my trigger
or you'll suffer as i blow
wait, to make it sound much bigger
which one has to go?
pick one out, the booze or me
"utopia" or your girl
ball 'n' chain or forever free
nothing or the world?
i hope you make a whise decision
'cause i can't take it anymore
you can go my way or keep your vision
my faith's already at the door
mister, i'm about to die
mister, i am sad
mister, could you stop to fly
and give me back my dad?
*de weinigen die tot hier hebben gelezen, proficiat en bedankt...*