Dear brother,
I wanted to write you a letter,
I haven't seen you in a year.
So let's not talk about your baby
Because you won't continue to read
If I do.
So I'll fill you in
On your little sister's life.
Brother, It's horrible at home
By stress I am driven
To do things to myself
That I don't want to do
That hurt me.
That's not happy, I shouldn't mention that
I spend a lot of time
With your son.
Oh, I'm sorry
I just want to know,
How did you ever put up with her?
I'll never understand that woman.
Sorry, If I'm not talking about your son,
I shouldn't talk about her.
But brother, I hate her.
I got a job,
Found someone I trust,
I learned to drive,
And began a relationship with God.
I know you don't believe in him,
But you can believe it was our sister
Who got me to church.
She goes there too,
She brings your son.
Sorry, again.
Sister says she saw you
She said you were mean,
That you don't care about us anymore.
That you hate us.
Even me brother?
Sister wanted me to talk to you
To see if you'll listen to me.
What counseling can I give you?
"Go see your son,
And the woman we all hate."?
Really, why would I say that?
It didn't work for anyone else,
Why would It work for me?
It won't so I won't say a thing.
I wont mention his first steps,
Or his toothy grin.
Or how he looks like you,
And that he smells bad.
I will say that I hate her.
She tries to joke with me.
She hasn't earned my respect.
She infuriates me.
She asks me about my personal life,
About you.
Oh brother, I hate her.
But I won't talk about them.
Well, brother, I love you
And you've got my number,
So give me a call sometime.
And I won't mention your son
Or the woman I hate.
I'll just fill you in
On your little sister's life.
