Talking on the phone I almost cry
I promise I won't ever live your kind of life
You told me to promise you
And I was willing to
But big brother,
Remember your promised too?
You wouldn't go back to that life
You pinky promised
Double pinky promised
I know that reality has hit you
Remember that letter I sent you?
Did that have an affect at all?
Sometimes your promises are two faced
And one face is the big brother that I felt has died
And the other is his demon that probably kept you locked up inside
Dear Matt,
If your reading this, is it the real you?
Or is it the heroin using you?
I want to beg you to get better
But I can't make you
You have to chose to
And I know you want to
But the question is,
are you willing to?
Did I waste my tears on you?
When was the last time you actually cried?
Do you pray to God before you go to sleep at night?
Or do you plan your next high?
You'll be set free soon.
And no one knows what you will do
I hope you get better
But I won't expect anything.
I know deep down my brother is still there
Who wants to play baseball
The big brother I looked up to
And when he crashed,
He took my dreams with him too
I know you're proud of me
Of the things I've done
And that I'm still strong
I'm glad you're seeing a new horizon
A different son
But trust isn't one of those things that comes so easy
Big brother, big brother
Where are you now?
You're locked up in a place best for you
Even if I don't see you for a while,
Big brother,
I hope you know I love you
