lower power

When i look at her picture my regret deepens,when i feel alone the most, this needle is sinking,and as my blood gets replaced, with a feeling i used to love,i wonder if my daughter forgot her father,like i did the one above,i thought the first step was easy,yet i still think i can manage,me being a father,my addiction,and how failure should be an acceptance ,my doubt grows more, as does my days sober,sometimes i wish id never got high,instead gotten over, my selfish pleasures ,of escaping my head,that leads me to using,then eventually I'm dead,so i pray for understanding,i pray for a better life,i pray those hands will move on those numbers,so i can finally know its time,so my daugher doesnt have to say, that i wasn't the dad she needed,while her heart is growing without me,my arms are being mistreated ,the poke makes it harder,the dope makes us further,but twelve steps gets me closer,to my arms around my daughter.