I still remember looking through that window
I still remember the beer bottles covering the floor.
This is my childhood home, it’s everything I’ve ever known.
It’s all I ever see when I look through the windows,
The windows of my childhood home.
How am I supposed to love?
How am I supposed to be a parent?
You were never there for me
I have no model, and I can’t make up a family.
I’m becoming the person who raised me.
I’m becoming a mirror image,
The image of the nightmares I have.
My temper and my addiction,
I’m a mirror image of you.
I look into the windows of my soul
Through the mirror in my bathroom.
I see your hate filled eyes through mine
So I’ll pop the bottle and take a swig
Just like you taught me, just like you did.
