A father that would sin
Had a hollow heart of tin
a mother that was bold
had a pure heart of gold
A child just born starting to consume
he later wanted to stop but his mind stuck on resume
Toxic memories caused tears
happieness later consumed by fears
Alchohal running through my viens
Drugs helping me cope with these pains
i singed the deed with the devil's quill
i am granted my last word and this pill
A mother came home to an empty bed
the father lays in a casket painted red
the story is no longer told
for it was a life that was sold
