I'm sitting on the sidewalk I don't know what to do I'm thinking about my deadbeat dad and what he put me through for all the b******* I've been through it's okay Dad I don't blame you I'm just saying maybe my future would have been different if you stuck it through instead he turned and ran as if your name was juice it's okay now I'm all grown up I'm calling this the truce believe me everything I'm saying it is 100% true this is a true story this isn't fiction f****** up so bad I discovered addiction it had me by the balls It what's causing friction I had a void in my heart something was missing I grew up in a single-family home but I always had a vision because what I was going through was definitely not what I had envisioned addiction and I what a f****** Collision most days he got the best of me it blinded my vision all it took was one little incision I had The Way of the World on my shoulders and apparently I was carrying around all this Boulder each day that passed I got a little colder I'll never give up or accept defeat I may fall down but I always land on my feet caught in this vicious circle stuck on repeat if I can go back in time and change some shit I would press delete