Keep 'em Closed.

Even though he puts that bottle to his lips you keep your's closed because you know that's not him. You know he's fighting demons deep inside.
Keep 'em closed, keep 'em closed that's all you gotta do.
Don't let those words turn into emotional stones or they'll beat you black and blue. They say I'm suppose to honor you, how am I suppose to do that when you're the cause of the on going battle of daddy and the man I hate. Well, how am I suppose to love the same man that I hate?
Sometimes I wonder 'What if I open my lips?" What will become of this hate in my spit.
Everything I do is for you. All I wish is for a "I love you" or maybe "I'm proud of you."
But we all know my best is your worst, just a disappointment in your disappointing life.
Well I'm going to try so hard that your words that play on a loop in my head break and all I'll hear is the weep of my tears.