Heard what happen They say it couldve been Anyone But it had to be you Dont worry I'm not mad Not even dissapointed anymore I've learned to accept the enevitable Its much easier that way Science has helped me with this They call it The law of inertia Its an objects resistance To change its state of motion Unless An external force is acted upon it No wonder than that you kept leaving bruises on me The older we got Except sometimes they werent always Physical And sometimes They didnt always heal right
I used to think That whatever happened in the past Were just accidents Something that wasnt ment to happen But it did Right there was an accident That maybe Maybe our world ran out of external forces To stop me From losing my security And my freedom
A lot like that night When the knock on your Car window wasnt for spare change On hand Instead They asked for your hands Behind your back For a minute And a half But that half never came Guess you couldnt do that math With all that smoke stuck in your Single minded brain Your friends Werent gonna bail you out This time No smooth talking Clever lying Was gonna get you out Of the cold steel grip of these metal bars Holding you down to where you Seemed to belong But you called Called the next afternoon Another wave of Im sorrys And I forgives yous But this time was different it wasnt the sound of grown Men crying But somehow I knew you were broken
My brother You lived your life feeling like the sibling That was always the failure But Im here to tell you The appel doesnt fall far from the tree Because there were so many times I couldve helped you So many times i couldve hugged you So many times i couldve heard All your problems And maybe even thanked you
Because its not just called a mistake When youre doing something thats wrong Sometimes Its not doing whats right
So if any here should say sorry Dont think youre the only one
Because inertia In latin Means lack of art
Or the act of Unskillful hands staying idle far too long To be called Artists block And Im sorry brother But i think Ive Lost the art of Loving the broken Can see the beauty in Human flaws anymore I wish i could just see things From a different angle Like some holy mosaic Only God could see from a far But Im too near sighted To see all the little broken pieces come Together Ive got to be up close To see anything clearer and I promise you Theres no beauty from where im standing Especially when its infront Of a mirror
Some might say Im wallowing in seld pity But all ive done Is just show all of me Even the parts that arent so pretty
My brother Used to call me a trophy case With all my achievments Out on display Hed say i was showing off
But brother you are right I am just a trophy case See past all the glittering Statues And fancy certificates And youll see something thats empty.