Eight years old; We got in a fight
Gave me a good scar; Beneath my left eye
Left him a shiner; He wouldn't forget
I sure hope he hasn't; 'Cause that's how we first met

Eleven years old; He ran away
Showed up on my porch; That very same day
I took him inside; Sat him in the chair
He cried on my shoulder; Saying "It isn't fair"

Because he's my friend; The very best
He's more like my brother; and that's as good as it gets
I'd give up my life; Without any regrets
And I want him to know; I love him

Thirteen years old; my mom kicked me out
Went to reform school; he told me not to pout
Said things were ok; he could hold the fort down
Wiped my tears away; and ordered me not to frown

Six months later; when I came back
Saw him waitin' for me; smokin' a single twelve pack
He had a few more scars; and new stories to tell
We talked all night; and we were both doing well

Because he's my friend; The very best
He's more like my brother; and that's as good as it gets
I'd give up my life; Without any regrets
And I want him to know; I love him

Sixteen years old; we're getting no younger
I get a phone call; saying "I really do love her
But I'm sorry to say; you'll be an aunt
Cause I made a mistake; and got her pregnant"

Imagine my great surprise; when he told me that
But we'll both get through this; Cause that's where we're at
Wish he hadn't done it; but I'm happy to say
They're going to keep it; and the kids gonna stay

Because he's my friend; The very best
He's more like my brother; and that's as good as it gets
I'd give up my life; Without any regrets
And I want him to know; I love him

And I want him to know.... I love him

~Alisa

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