Supposed

You're supposed to be my teacher
The person who is supposed
To build me up and reassure me
That my dreams are worth reaching for.
Yet all you seem to do
Is tell me that I've aimed too high;
That I'll crash and burn.
That I should just give up now
And find another dream.

You're supposed to be my friend
The person who's always there
Through the hard and the easy;
The person who never leaves.
Yet you can't find the time
To just listen to me
Or hear out what I have to say.
How can I call you a friend?
If you don't consider me one?

You're supposed to be my dad
The one who protects me;
The person who builds me up
And refuses to let me fall.
But yet again, you let me down
You took up alcohol
Instead of reassuring me that
I can do exactly what I want to do;
Instead of protecting me,
You're the one hurting me.

You're supposed to be my brother;
We're supposed to be close.
Yet since we were little, we haven't.
You hate my guts, and wish me ill.
Sometimes the anger I see in you
Seems to be a mirror of my own.
It's not easy to see you going down
The same path I took,
Because I know where it leads,
And believe me, you really don't
Want to go to that dark place.

You're supposed to be there for me
And yet you're never around.