You were born on November third
You had brown eyes
And I hated you
But now they're lies

5 years later, you see me now
Your older sister
You hit me
I bit you back mister

10 years you have sped through
You complain and cry
Asking me to play
I ask you to die

15, the dark ages
We don't talk
I sit in my room with my friends
You open my doors lock
I kick you out

17 and you're scared
You need your sister
You try to find me
But time is giving you a blister

25 and depressed
You're cutting yourself
Our parents not there to help you
Your razor was placed on the shelf

30, alone
You have no one to love
No friend to call
Not knowing you'd soon live above

35, you were treated with cancer
You had a secret that you kept
6 months blew by
A coffin bed was where you slept

Sister, I love you
And I'm sorry
For not being there
Do you see the tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Onto the floor
And onto my sheets

I never believed in you
Treated you like trash
Never knew about it
The secret cigarette stash

When I look up at the stars
I promise to see you soon
After I go to heaven maybe
See you as a soldier for the moon