Some emotions more terrible than hate.
Brother Dear
Oh, brother dear (not dear to me),
Could I care less what you do?
It should be no concern of mine
Is what I have been told.
Your actions, no concern of mine –
Although I have been told,
I cannot help but interfere
When in your blindness
And your fear
Of losing battles never fought
You harm our sister dear.
Oh, brother dear (not dear to me),
You say your love for her is true,
And yet, whenever it pleases you,
You force her to your will.
You hound her vicious to your will
Whenever it should please you.
You trap her with questions brutal
And drag her sore heart
In the middle.
How are your ears numb to her pleas?
Why are her tears futile?
Oh, brother dear (not dear to me),
You mean so much to her, it hurts
To watch you destroy her, piece by piece,
By betraying that love.
I’ve never fallen for your tricks;
Your machinations, I’ve always seen through;
For when it comes to using folk,
I’m far better at it than you.
But there’s a difference between us, you and I,
That I’m not sure you’re aware of,
For while I try to avoid manipulation,
You conduct it for a twisted love.
It would be so easy to hate you
For the way you use our sister,
But the more I think, the more I see,
You’re to pathetic to be worth the effort.
And so the truth I’ve wondered about
So many times at last comes out:
Oh, brother dear (not dear to me),
I feel naught for you but apathy.
