Lie in bed staring at a doll,
thinking about him behind those walls,
walls that only man could create,
consuming those that are filled with anger and hate,
is it really to late?
is this really the end?
how could this have happened?,
maybe all he wanted was some good friends.
he's been cursed with a bad mood and a raging attitude,
is everything over for him?
or is this just the interlude...
I want him to be happy,
I'd give the world for that,
but he always goes and does something else,
stupid little brat..
Although I'll always love him,
he'll be my brother still,
I hope that god can help him, I hope he really will.
But even thought he's behind thick walls,
somewhere around those dirty halls,
he'll be my brother still.
Even though everyone has given up on him,
I'll never leave his side,
I'll always be his sister,
and this may make us cry,
we'll push on and on until the day that we die;
and no matter what happens to us,
even when you think that the pain could kill,
I'll be there by your side,
and you'll be my brother still..
-*Chelsea 11:49pm Oct.27th/05
