Turned Out Like You

Is that your child way over there With the tattoos everywhere, Smoking now yet another cigarette And has no worries and not one regret. Wasn't that your child the other night that was caught For buying drugs and also for using pot, I heard that she drinks until she gets drunk She seemingly always acts like a privileged punk. I heard her swear and I heard her curse And also always saying much, much worse, And someone told me that she'll lie and cheat With everyone that she does meet. I know that she has had many one night stands and affairs And for other people she has no feelings or cares, I know that seeking pity is her truest game And she doesn't care living by shame. I see that she always blames her problems on others Whether it be her ex's or her brother's, And I know that your child doesn't have a job I guess it's easier for her to beg and sell and rob. I know that she breaks promises all of the time And if a promise is broken to her, she'll scream a crime, Sad, that I always see her asking for pity In our small little city. Now look at your child as she will always judge Because someone caught her now she'll also hold a grudge, So, please now tell me this time and tell me true Are you glad that your child turned out just like you. Randy L. McClave