In short, you see, I'm leaving.
And I've grown enough to know I'm not coming back.
I've grown enough to know that what we had was temporary
and I'll miss you,
but
but I can't promise that I won't show up crying at your door and I can't promise that I'll turn you away when you come to me.
I know I'll miss being so naive.
The world we had was so simple.
No one made mistakes.
No one showed up in ditches,
no one real anyways.
Mom and Dad were perfect.
Mom and Dad loved each other.
But, you gotta understand that I'm leaving,
and I'm grown enough to know that I can't stop you from coming with me.