Sometimes when I close my eyes to rest
It's dark but I still see colors
And then I think about my loved ones lost
And how I should've been a better brother
It's sad we started out so young growing up without a mother
When they came to separate us then we didn't even have each other
Addiction took it's place it rooted deep,it wasn't fair
I was only 8 years old when I was pulling out my hair
I've seen some things I'll never be able to erase
And as a kid I didn't talk
So they prescribed me up a bunch of pills till I could barely walk
Sticks and stones,cuts with broken bones
But you would never hear me speak
And everytime I would start to cry they'd say that I was weak
Never fitting in at...