“From Right”


I have two older brothers
But we’re all the same age
We all have the same father
But each have different birthdays
You say you’ve been through a lot
But could you handle my worst day?
I drowning, in a room filled with water
But somehow, I’m still-

You see it’s easy being a man of your word
When you say nothing at all
I was six, toss the lob
All I wanted was the ball

And I know it’s hard to open a door
When you leave pain behind it
But I left that door unlock
Just to see if you’d try it

But that door never opened
That door never creaked
That knob never jiggled
And that knob never squeaked.

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