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Make it better

Call me, I'm begging
I can't apologize, I can't give in
but if you did, wouldn't it all be better?

We've not spoken in three months brother
its killing me inside
we're too stubborn for our own good
its breaking mom and dad
Grandma just wants us to get along
but I've moved out and on
We agreed to disagree
but how did it go on this long?

There's no rhyme or reason for why this has to be
besides we think we'll forget each other
but no way dear brother,
there's no forgetting thee
I can't escape the days gone by
even as memories do fade
Instead I've chosen to be less mature
and just keep running away

Ill never forget the days you shoved
me back to the ground
there's nothing like your fist upon
my head, banging so loud
so given brother,
I ran away from you
We agreed to separate
better to be torn in two

But now I see how this hurts others brother
so I'm willing to take the hit,
but I can't say this to your face
I'm not willing to submit
For now I'll keep traveling
from place to place alone
but I just want you to know
I do miss being home

Call me, I'm begging
I can't apologize, I can't give in
but if you did, wouldn't it all be better?

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  • ratkos
    November 24, 2008

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    i loved this. the pride that gets in the way sometimes that changes our lives for years. thank you for a wonderful write


  • Mr Id
    November 9, 2008

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    Pretty harsh stuff going on here.

    Not sure if this is based on actual events, but if it is, I hope this sutuation is resolved.

    Nice work.