sister

Always wanting, changing, and leaving
Never caring, loosing, or winning.
Why care when you do whatever you want.
Why care when you have the money to do what ever you want.

No family to ware you down.
No worrying about sound.
Loneliness is the one price
No one to make you your favorite rice.

Party, drinking, never sleeping
Drugs, shots, always dancing.
Your always ingoring us,
Like we’re causing a fuss.

Maybe it’s not your fault
But maybe the sky is made of salt.
Does the word sister mean anything to you?
Probably no cos you never listen to my words all the way through.

In the end there’s hate to spare
Instead we choose love to share.
I love you.
You hate me to.