I hate coming home to discover
That I have been left with a different mother.
Your face has changed.
It’s been rearranged.
You’re like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
One person by day, another by night.
The air smells stale…
Filled with the scent of that unforgiving ale.
We prepare ourselves for a fight we can’t win.
Just waiting for the moment
Where He’ll choose to let it all end.