If tomorrow were just another day
for not even nothing lasts forever
today I understood why my father
on his deathbed made peace over the phone
maybe if I had been there my brother
on the west coast wouldn't be mad at me
reason stands in the way to melt butter
righteousness makes a man set in his ways
only his memories catch up at death
without regrets he lives without a care
with his own family under his belt
even his own brother means but nothing
really our own mother kept us apart
ever since my brother left for college
juvenile delinquent they thought I was
under the flag of deep conspiracy
still my parents beat me until I played
the scapegoat of horror and ran away
away I hid for days not once but twice
nobody knew I slept with the spiders
on top of dirt beneath a house a guest
trembling with excitement to no avail
helpless without funding or real support
evasive tactics come to a swift end
reality sets in with depression
different than my family as a scholar
and a gentleman as friends always say
yet the ghosts of childhood never leave me
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