He was only a kid at the time of the assault
With no one else to blame, he swore it was his own fault.
Another hit, his father never missed
The affliction of his childhood was his flesh and blood’s fist
He was a rose, and I was a tulip.
Through his anxiety, he was a bit elusive
As time broke down, so did his walls.
I told him that I’d catch him if he ever decides to fall.
He wasn’t the problem, it was the other.
I couldn’t believe that it was practically his own brother.
But he’d soon find out, he soon would discover -
I don’t mess around.
When people I love are in trouble.