A critical self analysis through the eyes of Lyric

Baba,
You come home late and switch on the TV,
You need to unwind maybe,
Then why do you fiddle with your phone
Even when you are with me.

I know you love me,
I feel it when you hold me, caress and kiss me,
But do you miss me ?
You are busy and lost
with work, guitar, thoughts
At the cost
Of helping me grow and show
That i can be
As good a person as you wish me to be.

Baba,
I love you so, but its sad to see
At times you come home drunk
Why do u forget
that you are a father now not a punk.
Shower me with kisses everyday when you say goodbye
For office
Sing me a lullaby ....

I know you love me,
I feel it when you hold me, caress and kiss me,
But do you miss me ?
You are busy and lost
with work, guitar, thoughts
But at what cost?