Her heart was big
the kind of big that's painful.
She'd love those
who'd break and abuse her.
She didn't know her worth,
so she was okay with that,
till one day when
she was given an old ball cap.
She had three brothers.
She would play
their kind of games
their kind of way.
She'd wrestle and fight
and make them proud
cus the girl they wanted
was coming around.
She lost herself and the girl she knew
but she loved her brothers
and the thing they'd do.
They were all so special
but they did things differently,
but she loved each one
cus each one was family.
They made her wear that old ball cap,
put her hair up and hide her face
cus they desperately needed someone
to play second base.
They made her wear that old ball cap
and gave her a beer
and said "Thanks we needed ya"
so here's a cheer.
"To the one who's always there
and helps us in our rut,
who will do anything just to be with us
so here's to the one in the old ball cap
you've done us good,
you got us on track "
But little did they know,
she ran away.
She's heard it too much
that's all they'd ever say.
She's always there
if they need help,
but no one's there to hear her yell.
She screams at the sky
and continues to cry
because she hates that ball cap
and knows her brothers
don't even care where she's at.
But the hardest part is not going back
and putting on that old ball cap
because she still loves them,
they're still her brothers
but her heart knows
she deserves much better.
