You as my big brother was a problem i know
all the things that happened to you i don't know
but i do know that when we were younger you loved me
i wonder what happened...you went on silently
i cry-ed every night since mom left dad
i waited for you to call...
you never did
i called you....to each other we were dead
hey Phillip remember that time we were listening to stained
and "me" came on?
and i started crying and you asked me whats wrong
yeah that song reminds me of you......i feel like its just so true.
the night before you died i wrote you a poem.
i keep it with your picture...
it was a hate poem.
it pretty much said that if you wasn't ganna call
you where nothing to me......
then the next morring i find out that your dead....
god Phillip I'm still going to hospitals
wanna know how I'm doing now?
i bleed every day and night
i cry every day and night
Phillip you were my hero
Phillip you were my brother
Phillip....you are my love.
