"If you had eyes like golden crowns and diamonds in your fingertips you'd waste it"

It's because you didn't cheer loud enough for me.
Because just being there is not enough. It was never enough.
It's because I can't remember a time you stood up for me.
Or a time you apologized for getting angry.
Because whenever I started to grow, you found a way to hurt me.
As if, by simply existing, I was hurting you.
And you couldn't let it go. Let me go.