Now this song will sound lame
But without you I wouldn't be the same
I'd be a long lost brother
With no escape from an evil mother

You help me with right and wrong
So I wrote you a thank you song

I know for me you'd walk through hell
Only one there when it all fell
We may not always see eye to eye
But your shoulders always there when I break down and cry

Sisters like you are to few
Some **** no one knows but you
Ry and Maritz will **** me if I don't include them to
Always filled with hugs, you'd be lost without those two

Now this song will sound lame
But without you I wouldn't be the same
I'd be a long lost brother
With no escape from an evil mother

You help me with right and wrong
So I wrote you a thank you song

Nobody will ever understand us
So a ******* to them, don't make a fuss
From Uno, War, and Rocket Power
To fighting for the first shower

You wear your heart on your sleave
Makes me glad to know you ain't ever gonna leave

Ooo Ooo Ooo

You help me with right and wrong
So for you, this is a thank you song

Ooo Ooo Ooo

Sister Sister

I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."

Red blood seeping down the walls and pooling all over the pearl white floor.  

Finally unleashing a scream boiled inside, which pierces the air with an unmatched fury.

A menacing growl with every rev of its engine, an Audi R8 proves to be an evil on the road.

A fish has a slight taste of salt and cyanide, the poison killing millions without a look from the government.

Avenged Sevenfold’s Nightmare album, proving that even the happiest moment in your life. Can be a nightmare.

Barry Bonds, Roger Clemens, Mark Maquire, diminishing baseball’s glory with steroids.

The turmoil surrounding the government of Somalia and the pirates corrupting the country each and every day.

The unbearable scent of sulfur, burning the nostrils of your nose with every intake of air.

The lighting strike and the thunder crack.

Hell.