I've had enough its time to share
I've had enough now I dare,
you use him everyday,
you abuse him to get your way,
A fight, a cry, its no big deal,
to a child though its hard to heal,
all you do is lie and cheat,
the boy crying at your feet,
to hurt the father is your goal,
but has the pain you've caused taken its toll,...
A father cries to see his son,
the mother thinks that she has won,
Remember this the son will grow,
and his hate for you may some day show,
mother dear remember what you've done,
because in the end the father won.