I watch you, as you, mom and dad, yell at each other,
they shut you down pretty bad,
i hear you cry late at night,
but i don't know if its just you,
or Ur high or drunk,
you spit out blood,
but i don't want you to die,
if i could I'd do drugs just so i could spend time with you,
maybe then you would wanna spend some time with me,
the only time we hang out if we have to,
or Ur driving me somewhere,
then i think, is it because of me Ur like this?
is this why mom and dad are always mad?
i sit there and wonder,
i can't take them yelling at you,
i do look up to you,
you inspire me,
make me laugh,
you could beat me up,
and i wouldn't care,
cuz then i would be spending time with you,
even if i was the one screaming and crying, you walk around like you have no spirit,
but i know you do,
underneath your black lungs,
and underneath Ur smashed up heart, but i just want you to know,
no matter what happens,
i will always love you, because Ur my one and always best brother,
and i will never forget you,
even though where the drugs and drinking problems take you..
