My Little Grown Brother

Boy, you have grown up.
From the little brother I met sitting alone with a silence,
Till I see you laughed with the boys and smoke in hand.
I've been with you and keep you from the outside world.

Boy, you changed a lot.
There's many different between us now.
You aren't my little brother anymore.
You've grown, into someone who I don't recognize.

Maybe I'm already done with your mom's said;
"Girl, I leave my little boy to, please keep him from the world I don't know"
And maybe, you don't need a baby sitter or baby's sister.
So, should I leave?

I miss the old, I miss our togetherness.
May I get it back? May I repeat it once again?