Withered

I can't think straight without the bottle to my lips I can't think straight when the bottle's not there Child rest your head you said "Why, why must we behave?" Is it pain to watch the children grow and stray, if they become more like you every day? After all, it's by you that they were raised Year after year they watched you as you caved It's easier to justify than to change I turn my back on the very ones that I named