you come home with bruises on your knuckles and your neck. you tell me you were play fighting. daddy, im no little girl anymore. i know the difference between a beer with dinner and a fun drunk night. your supposed to be the person i look up to, a leader, someone i trust the most. yet you leave me at home with my little brother and sister, go clubbing with your friends and come home drunk at 4am in the fucking morning bleeding? you've told me to follow in your steps, take life by the collar and grab onto it. don't take nobodys shit. live like your going to die tomorrow. in your eyes your doing that. your living a great life. but in mine, im seeing a lonely man, abusing alcohol and drugs. i will not follow your steps. no matter how hard i get convinced to. you will not control me anymore.