This is the feeling of glass beneath your fingernails.
I'm sorry that you missed my phone calls,
(To whom it may concern...)
and the letter that I sent you arrived way too late.
And if I could have brought you with me,
you know I wouldn't hesitate to take the chance.
(I'm sorry.)
But you had things you had to deal with.
(I'm not blaming you.)
How was prom night and your high school graduation?
I wish I could have been there when you needed,
I didn't want to be so far away.

This is letting go.

I didn't mean to leave you behind.
I didn't mean to hurt you...but I did.

I take back all the words I said
about the way that you were acting.
(It took a lifetime but...)
I think I finally understand.
I think that if I could have been there for you,
(I think it's for the best.)
you maybe wouldn't be so mad.
It wouldn't be so bad
(Forget me.)
if I had just held on a little longer,
but I couldn't, so...

This is letting go.

(I'm sorry.)
I didn't mean to leave you behind.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
(I can't fix this, forget me.
We can't fix this, so forget me.
I can't fix this, just forget me.)