Car doors slammed, the stereo screamed,
Her brother laughed beside her...

Not all teenage girls cause drama
Some are deeper than you think...

As she lay on her deathbed
She couldn't get him out of her mind...

When times were tough and he felt so alone
The bottle of vodka was his only friend...

My mom always had to fight me
To get me to go to the grocery store...

People take the little things for granted
That's just how our minds are arranged...

When they got married years ago
He could always make her laugh...

Please don't ask me to compare scars
I won't do it even if you go first...

To my long lost twin,
It's been about a year since we met...

A young boy was only eight years old
When he started to lose his family...

Boys used to grow up to be respectable men
These days some never really mature...

To her it was just any other Sunday
Nothing special, nothing new...