When she was young she used to shut her door while they screamed in the kitchen. She'd turn the music up, get high and try not to listen, to every little fight, because neither one was right. She swore she'd never be like them. But she was just a kid back then. The older she get the more that she sees. Her parents aren't heroes, they're just like her. And loving is hard, it don't always work. You just try your best not to get hurt.
She used to be sad. But know she realises,
Sometimes it's better to let someone go