Drunk Mother

Yes I love you That goes without question But as a child of addiction That suffered beside your affliction Time will tell what position I am to place on a life Of total submission We had to accommodate Because of what you became None of us choose this But we had to deal with it Looking back I feel sorry for my father Stuck with a wife he forgave his own life To look after No wonder he was miserable But for 2 children he could have lived A life much better happy and fulfilled But he stuck it out Till death do part But I am still here And so is she And nothing has changed The crying still sounds the same The ability to tell the truth Out of range The only thing that stays the same Is the Bottle's in the bin And the tired old excuses I stopped ignoring Because they became boring So long ago I can't place A time or date Because it doesn't matter Nothing no longer hurts After the 1st or 2nd million time Because whats the point You are not going to change You will forevermore remain Addicted to the bottle More drunk than Mother And you will never recover Or be the Mother Or wife Husband and child Wanted or wished But that is our cross to bear And that is not fair But what the hell do you care Come the morning you wont remember And telling me you love me And you are sorry Rises like the morning You can set your watch by it But you buy it Or rely on it Stupid is as stupid does But so is a Childs unconditional love