It's both your faults

Mother

It’s your entire fault you know,

You pressured her to be the perfect person,

Guess what no one is perfect no one,

Now look what happened,

You’re not even listening ,

You look like an ass,

You were never supportive of her choices,

Did you ask if she was happy?

I knew you didn’t you could care less,

I already knew you were too busy with those whores,

I hope your happy you pushed away your

only child,

You didn’t even really know her,

If you didn’t go sleeping around with every women,

She would still be here.

Father

My fault? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!

Your one to talk Mrs. Alcoholic,

Your drunk every night,

I’m surprised you still have a job,

Speaking of whore,

You should get fixed up,

I mean come on have some class,

It doesn’t matter about the women I’ve been either,

I’ve been providing for you and her,

I should have left when I had the chance,

But if I did she wouldn’t have been provided with all she needs,

That’s what a father does provides for their kid.