What happen to the laughs and fights
we got mad at eachother out of despite
i miss all those great times we shared
now its like you dont even care
i need my big brother back in my life
you choose drugs, the streets and the pipe
you know you took the role of being a dad
after we lost him you told me its ok to be sad
i need those words of encouragement from you
yet you chose this shit life of drugs and booz
you know i wanna hate you so bad
i tried to help you, your making mom really sad
knowing your living on the streets
no roof over your head covering with a sheet
just waiting for that call telling me your dead
is something i think about every day
i need my brother back, cant you see
i love you, just please dont die on me
