I'm trying to be a good role model,
but it's harder than it seems.
living up to our parents expectations,
gets harder and harder for me.
i know sometimes i yell,
and i know sometimes i cry,
and i'm sorry if you heard me say last night, that i wanted to die.
sweet little brother i'm sorry,
that you've seen the worst of me.
promise me baby brother that you wont turn out like your sister,
don't let your thoughts consume you,
don't hide in your room all day.
don't make the "outside match the inside" to make your pain go away,
eat when your supposed to, please don't get deadly thin.
don't give up in this battle,
i know you're gonna win.
yes, i know that you hated it.
when you saw new scars on my arm..
please don't follow in my footsteps,
don't cause yourself bodily harm.
i know it isn't easy right now,
but it'll work out in the end.
don't forget to be a kid,
drop all your worries, go play.
i may not be the best role model..
remember; it's harder than it seems.
but let this be a lesson for you,
not to turn out like me.
