You are perfect,
You are the favorite,
you are the star,
you are two.
You are loved,
You are a boy,
you are a joy,
you are two.
You are lost,
You are missed,
you are dead,
you are two.
You the first born,
the boy,
the star
and the joy.
You the perfect kid,
your the best they seen.
But you where 2 year’s old.
You will always be 2,
and still my big brother.
You will always be 2,
and still be number one.
You will always be 2,
and still i have to fight you.
I can’t cry for you,
I can’t mourn for you.
I never met you.
I just spent my whole life in your shadow.
How can I hate you,
you are my brother.
But have can I not hate you,
you stole my life.
I will never be you,
I will never be the perfect one.
I will never know the love you had.
They gave you all,
and you died.
They gave me the rest,
and I lived.
My life, the fight,
to measure up to a 2 year old.
You died to young,
you died to soon,
you died before I ever got born.
To my big brother.
To my dead brother.
To my mum,
you are still real.
To me,
you are a stone at the graveyard.
You the picture on the wall.
you are the name they want to call.
You are their one and all.
How can I fight this fight,
how can I win this fight.
I can’t. I lost. 3 years before I was even born.
