The loser.

Jamey, your screams have destroyed my soul.

Once you were always kind with me

but then you changed

suddently and for no reason

and you've hit me,

right on my face.

that day changed everything.

Now you are always drunk.

You come home late and abuse me

as if you would give me all the bad things that happen in this world.

It make you feel better to watch me while I bleed?

You are just a piece of shit, and this will not change.

Your anger is pouring out on me, and this is fucking unfair.

My eyes burn for the tears I've shed because of you

just like that damned wood

that you love to see burn

sitting in that armchair

drinking that damn whisky

after having beaten me.

Do you have to make me feel in this way?

I wish I could vent this pain that I have inside,

But, how?

You're supposed to be my brother,

not my enemy.

I will never forgive you.

Stumbling into my room drunk

and calling me a loser

for following my heart.

But the real loser is the one who turns away from love.