It's another six am,
As he stumbles in again,
And my mother cries,
Don't wake a children
Through the tears I can hear him say
Didn't have much luck today,
But he really knows
He just threw it away
He finds his answers at the
Bottom of a bottle
And his life is always fully on the throttle
And he's slowly turning out just
Like his father
And he knows
That he's no hero,
But he's doing what he can
Trying to make me a better man
He's no hero, but he made me what I am
And stopped me from
Becoming another you
Daddy couldn't save himself
No one ever cared to help,
And he looked at me
As what he could have been
Now I know what I've got to be
Everything to make him proud of me
With my second chance, that he never had
Bacause his dreams are at the bottom
Of his bottle
And he's never gonna be who he oughta
And he's just a living image of his father
And he knows
That he's no hero,
But he's doing what he can
Trying to make me a better man
He's no hero, but he made me what I am
And stopped me from
Becoming another you
The Dead end road on which I'm running
It's like he already knew
He'd Lived the pain that would be coming
Now I'm proud to say that he is my father
And it's ok.
Writer(s): Mark Taylor, Paul Michael Barry, Brian Mcfadden
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