A song i wrote on my birthday 19/08/03

Why do you smoke
Why do you tell me you quit
I know you lied
I came home half past 9
I shut the door
Punched It up
Cried on the floor
With everything that he does
Why can't you just sit back and watch
I love my dad love him a lot
My birthdays not the day you thought
Don't tell me shit like you were busy
Come in destroy all that I got
Come and point out my lighter
That's not even my lighter
Couldn't you just have told me
I wouldn't care just want the truth
He always does his best
You always drink nothings left
Wanna complain abt your job
And "I ain't done enough"
You value school more than my love
You think my music is a joke
In 3rd grade had you there
Why am i now all alone
Was in london did 2 shows
I get home you start to boast
Bout how you raised me well
Must be some kind of a joke
And everybody wants to lie to my face
Said you quit smoking yea always
You could just tell me wouldn't care anyway
It just hurts that you have to lie
And said i shouldn't do It
And say you're such a good influence
My grandma cries because D don't stay
I kinda hate her cuz she made you this way