James and Beccy

Me and my brother,
My brother and I.
We've had good times,
but it quickly passes by.

He approached me,
after one of my shows.
And in a vase,
He gave me a rose.

Sometimes we argue,
Sometimes we fight.
But sometimes we just talk,
When our parents are out at night.

I hate it when he moans at me,
But that I will forgive.
Because, after all,
He is just teaching me how to live.

Through all the lows,
And all the highs,
It will always be,
My brother and I.