I feel like I'll never understand
The idea of one's appeal
What causes us to hate someone
And think of someone else as 'ideal'

How can we go through our lives
Making decisions every day
When we don't even understand
Why we think this way

Are we simply born this way
Programmed with our opinions
Are we traveling though our lives
Just acting as our emotion's minions

But if that if that truly is case
Then I find it very strange
How at some points in our lives
Our opinions start to change

What causes us to change
What causes this mental shift
Why is it after a certain time
Our old self starts to drift

Do our feelings ever really die?
Can our beliefs so easily sway?
And if our thoughts are what define us
Do our old selves fade away?

What happens when you can't decide
What you think is the right way
Yes, what happens then?
*Maybe we just fade away

Your room, clouded with cigarette smoke,
Old pizza, leftovers, and last night's ****.
Whiskey and beer had stained your white rug,
I'll never comprehend why you looked so smug.
I didn't do anything to deserve your fist,
Your open hand, your rage, your Vulcan grip.
I begged you to stop, I pleaded for release,
But your hand was tight, 'til we called the police.
You resisted arrest and claimed you were sober,
Mom cried and sobbed, I only could hold her.
There was no fixing what you had done,
You beat me and bruised me and emptied my lungs.

Everyone told me I did nothing wrong,
But the nightmares shook me like a gong.
They kept me awake 'til the break of dawn,
I'll never know what brought this on.
Your mind has changed since you bumped your head,
And the brother I once had is dead.