I’ll always recall the day you left me here to die
I can change I said, let me try
But instead you chose to fly
Your words of rebuke, how they made me cry
I am sick; it’s no contrived cliché
My mind is in disarray
My heart languishes in decay
But you don’t see it that way
To you it’s all made up; a sick game I play
Already it’s been over a year
I’m all but forgotten, I fear
You are far, no longer near
But, though I lie, I love you dear
You’ll always be my brother
We come from the same mother
I loved you like no other
But with me you won’t bother
It reminds me of my father
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
I’ll always recall the day you left me here to die
I can change I said, let me try
But instead you chose to fly
Your words of rebuke, how they made me cry
I am sick; it’s no contrived cliché
My mind is in disarray
My heart languishes in decay
But you don’t see it that way
To you it’s all made up; a sick game I play
Already it’s been over a year
I’m all but forgotten, I fear
You are far, no longer near
But, though I lie, I love you dear
You’ll always be my brother
We come from the same mother
I loved you like no other
But with me you won’t bother
It reminds me of my father