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I won't forget the first time that I warned you that sticking with me would be such a hard feat to do. But you still stuck with me after all the Hell that I put you through. What about me and everything I though I could be? I guess time is just an old fiend. Late nights and oh so tired mornings. Conversations of death, life, and theology over so many burnt cigarettes and coffee. 'Cause I enjoy just waiting on you. What about me and everything I thought I could be? I guess time is just an old fiend. I said what about me and everything I though I could be? I guess age never made much sense to me. My mother taught me to breathe. My father taught me to think. My sister taught me to believe. My brother, you taught me to be. Though our blood may not be corresponding, just separate the cells and divide the miles in between. My brother you'll always be. From Letras Mania