See you, brother

I don't think you're a waste of space,

I'll give you my room and my pillow

As long as you make the bed afterwards,

And close the windows to keep the rain out. 

I don't think your not enough,

I'll let you have the things I did

As long as you remember me when you leave,

And say goodbye at the door. 

I don't think you're a freak,

You're different like me and all of them

As long as you don't try to change yourself

And conform to fit their rules. 

I don't think I want to say goodbye,

I know we were never close, 

And I was the spoiled one, the special one,

The one who was really family...

But I know you're family to me.