The Addiction

My father is an alcoholic and no matter how much my family and I tried to help him to get help, he still refuses, and i know he won't get the help he needs until he sees it.

The Addiction

Here you are, picking up another bottle,
with each sip, your mind drifts into a haze�"
another night of acting out again.

Watching you destroy yourself
builds a fear I can’t shake,
that one day I may never see you again.
I fear for your life, your health,
but you take it like just another lecture.

Father, listen to me:
I don’t want to wake to a call
and hear you’ve stopped breathing.

Dear father, I love you so much,
but your actions make me hate you.
Each time you reach for another bottle,
I wonder why I even try.

The longer you walk this path,
your excuses will never save you.
So stop, just listen to what I say�"
I’m not trying to hurt you,
I’m trying to save you, because I care.

Take a glance at your reflection�"
can you see what the world sees?
Each day, you age ten years,
I know you’re in trouble,
and I know you are hurting.

But until you accept it,
my helping hand won’t change a thing.

Father, listen to me:
I don’t want to wake to a call
and hear you’ve stopped breathing.

I know you want to run,
to feel like yourself again.
But the poison you consume
only numbs the pain, it doesn’t heal it.

You fear losing me�"but father,
you will always have me.
Yet looking at you like this,
I feel you pushing me away.

Dear father, I love you so much,
but your actions make me hate you.
Each time you reach for another bottle,
I wonder why I even try.

The longer you walk this path,
your excuses will never save you.
So stop, just listen to what I say�"
I’m not trying to hurt you,
I’m trying to save you, because I care.

Please, father, don’t run away.