i appreciate
the absence of chains around my feet,
and im thankful for the open door
and a chance to breathe.
but we're measured by this distance between these four walls,
and we're reduced by this screaming and the slamming of doors.
this distance is too far for our hands to reach,
and these bruises are too blue and these cuts are too deep.
i know how it is
raising a fucked up kid like me
you don't have to bear this burden alone,
for the last nineteen years,
im sorry.
father, i dont blame you
for drowning with the bottle.
father, i understand
and i am soon to follow
father, i dont blame you
for drowning with the bottle.
father, i understand
and i am soon to follow
repeats a few times

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