At 8 years old my eyes were opened up wide. My father said he loved me and I knew that he lied. The only love he had was for the bottle. Got home from work and drank alone Passed out, slept till three An alcoholic was all he'd ever be Cut off from the world sinking into depression. Blew out his brains to escape this world's oppression. Suicide's not a way out. It's a way to show you're not a man. I'll never be you That's why I have this x on my hand