Why Her
As I lay down to go to sleep
The dreams come again dreams of
A better time when her and me would sit and bake in a kitchen
I see her but I don't want to
Her hair like my brother's
He always looked exactly like her
Even the same storm cloud eyes
I can remember when they came out and took him aside
He fell to his knees and started to cry
I think sometimes that it shouldn't have happen
Why Her
Cause once she left he started
He would come home with a different one every night
Having drank more then the night before
I can see his car swerving now
In to a pick up truck and a pretty girl with strange white hair
Right pass me and all I could think was
Why Her