The universe sparkles and twinkles and sprinkles its life
Onto people with bad memories and people who are only trying to survive

When I was 10 i've always lived under the upperhand
Now 6 years later he acts as if he's Mother Theresa and i'm the ******* basket case who isn't willing to understand

He bears with him respect as he leaves a father that his respect had no room for
And leaves a sister that was suffering from a heart so sore
And she loves to sit and she loves to ponder
About what she's alive for and she wonders
Perhaps maybe the universe forgot about her