Little Brothers

by rebeccasarah   Nov 24, 2009


Pulling my hair
kicking my shins
with those evil laughs
and devilish grins

eating my food
and stealing my stuff
at 7,8 & 10
they think they're so tough

invading my room
having sword fights and such
throwing a fit
and arguing too much

though i have to admit
its not always that way
don't get me wrong
cause theres always that day..

when we all get along
whether we'll admit it or not.
we'll trade off our veggies
trying not to get caught.

watching movies
no matter how strange.
I know one thing
that will never change.

when it comes to little brothers,
take it from me.
I know how they work,
for i have three.

yeah, my little brothers?
i love them to death.
there isn't anything i wouldn't do
to save their last breath.

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