Written after my mom started smoking again. she quit 18 months b4 hand.... |
What`s more powerful than a child`s disappointment? It shatters the heart that you have failed them And that everything they were ever proud of you for Has died and left them feeling lost If you can't do something What's the chances of them breaking an obsession? Could they do it? Or would they follow your footsteps and fail as well? By a child, I meant me I was so proud of you When I thought you broke the addiction And crushed it under your strength You almost seemed mighty And an inspiration to any future troubles I may face But as you broke down And let desire take control of you You lost that You lost any inspiration The water washed away the footsteps I was setting myself to follow And now, you are left to face my sorrow and disappointment in you How can you tell me You are so hurt that you've let me down When you continue to pain me everytime I see it happening Time and time again? You say you care about me But you're killing me slowly, from the inside out How can you say you want to watch me grow When you are throwing away life like it doesn't matter? I was just so proud of you And now I can honestly say, I am thwarted If that doesn't push you to beat down the addiction again Then I don't know what will But, I still believe in you And I just know you can do it If you just tried that much harder, and pushed yourself that much more I want to be proud again I want you to be around for more years to come And I know, This addiction can be re-broken |