The things don't matter Buying things or what others bought was a priority Their feelings and how you manipulated them did You never learned what unconditional means Mending that part of a heart may never come You can move forward Go for your adventures and enjoy them There will always be a piece of that broken part of you that has an open wound It is fine to be like that because some things just cant be made peace with no matter how hard you try So the next time you clean out the attic check your heart There are pieces that just won't mend The beginning is really the end Your approval was not worth the darkness