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Unwanted, but breathing.
In the next room, sleeping.
My mother, sheâs crying and my fatherâs been drinking.
In our run down apartment, where the roof is still leaking.
Heâs cursing and cussing, itâs just the whiskey talking.
Iâve got lots of memories like this one.
Of empty days and nights spent tired and lonesome.
When I think back to all of it, itâs all too much when youâre just a little kid.
My little brother, just a newborn baby.
In the image of my mother, she says heâs a blessing.
But not to my father, oh how he hates him.
âAn undeserving mistake.â He calls him a burden.
Iâve got lots of memories like this one.
Of picking fights and picking sides between them.
When I think back to all of it, itâs all too much when youâre just a little kid.
When I wake up in the morning it all feels like a bad dream,
one that follows you and haunts you endlessly.
Broken and beaten from the abuse and the cheating,
the addiction, the lying and the promise of leaving.
While my old man was a bastard, I admired and loved him.
Us two kids were born in to a family, not a fortune.
- Album:
- Abandoned
- Letters Home
- Empty Days & Sleepless Nights
- Lost Ground (EP)
- Abandoned (Deluxe Edition)
- Unanswered
- Compilation
- Spared In Hell
- Ox-Compilation #109
- Topshelf Records 2013 Sampler
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 154
- Music for Monkeys
- 25 Years Groezrock
- Ox-Compilation #95
- Dear Father
- 2013 Warped Tour Compilation
- Live On BBC Radio 1
- Lost Ground
- Travels
- Atticus V