My little brother, my oldest friend...

I feel his eyes, watching me, And he whispers so softly, "Why do you always have to be such a bitch? What do you have to gain through all this?"

I smile at him, condescendingly of course, At the person I care for the most. My little brother, my oldest friend, The kid I can count on until the end.

I open my own mouth, and softly say, "And why do you act in such a spoiled way? Certainly you don't gain in this..." I say, giving him a sisterly kiss.

My brother recoils, and begins to stare At his wierd sister with her long hair. He wipes his cheek and glances up Only to mutter "I think I'll throw up..."

I laugh at my brother's childish ways That seem to have stayed through all these days. And yet, I know that he'll soon change To a popular boy, and all the rage.

Oh, yes, he has three personalities Causing much pain inside of me. I don't know what he'll be like The next time we decide to fight...

A kid, a clown, Who gets around town, And always knows just what to say To bring a smile to our mom-may.

Watching kid shows, singing the songs, Playing with babies all day long. It's the innocence I cannot reach And that he can't begin to teach...

Oh, yes, he has three personalities Causing much pain inside of me. I don't know what he'll be like The next time we decide to fight...

A jerk, a jock, A guy who's nothing but talk, Who always knows just what to do To insult and hurt me or you.

Watching skateboarders, 'singing' rap, Swindling some poor defenceless sap, It's the cruelty I dare not use Though he will to pay his dues...

Oh, yes, he has three personalities Causing much pain inside of me. I don't know what he'll be like The next time we decide to fight...

A father, a lover, A man who's quite sober, Who always knows just where to go When he wants ta' be in the know.

Watching his children, singing lulabies, Softly closing their young eyes. It's the parent I may never know, But I wish to see him, even though...

I may never reach the love he can posess But I still wanna see it nonetheless. To stand by him through all the years Through all the laughter, all the tears...

Oh, yes, he has three personalities Causing much pain inside of me. I don't know what he'll be like The next time we decide to fight...

My little brother, my oldest friend, A young boy I'll count on until the end. Despite the arguements, the tantrums, this fight, Our relationship's end shall never be in sight.

He feels my eyes, watching him, As I whisper through the din...

"Don't forget that I'll be here for you..." I softly say, hoping he knows it's true...