One more drink

I've heard it before just one drink,
beginning with that one sip my life begins to sink.

Did you know you hurt us all the time,
you were affecting my life, mine.

No, you weren't doing this just to you,
you were doing it to our whole family too.

I hope it brang you some relief
because for me it braught tears, grief.

No one should have to see their father like that,
you couldn't even function, and so you sat.

I shouldn't of had to come home each day,
and check the fridge to see if you quit, instead of go play.

I should of been able to have a good time,
instead of pretending everything was fine.

But I guess life doesn't come that easily to all,
and there are points where you will fall.

There are even points where I hated you,
but I hope that is forever done and through.