I’ve met you several times around the place
Know you and your kids, know your face
Met your wife and family, you look so self assured
But underneath I feel you must be ill at ease
Though you look okay, I know the truth
You take the drugs, you hit the roof
How do you manage to get through the day?
How are you able to look your friends in the eye?
Are they the same as you?
Can you not see the pain you cause your wife?
What does your son think of your life?
Do you care enough to give the pipe a miss?
Will it always be like this?
What happens when he gets old enough?
To really understand the truth?
Will he be proud then?
As he looks upon your haggard face?
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