I throw words away: here's the next to die Fighting to be heard. There is no reason why This one has more hope than any other. Were I dead and he alive, my brother Would just as likely be resigned, pissed off. But he wouldn't call you on this, he'd just cough And look away, uncomfortable. Would You rather remain mute, misunderstood? When you had one family you could not Afford to care. It seems like you forgot And started another at their expense. Tell me, please, how any of this makes sense? I'm sad; I don't know how to yell at you. Instead of ire, this grief will have to do.
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I throw words away: here's the next to die
Fighting to be heard. There is no reason why
This one has more hope than any other.
Were I dead and he alive, my brother
Would just as likely be resigned, pissed off.
But he wouldn't call you on this, he'd just cough
And look away, uncomfortable. Would
You rather remain mute, misunderstood?
When you had one family you could not
Afford to care. It seems like you forgot
And started another at their expense.
Tell me, please, how any of this makes sense?
I'm sad; I don't know how to yell at you.
Instead of ire, this grief will have to do.