I used to argue with you
Whenever you scream
I'll cover my ear
And try not to listen
To every little fight
I thought enough is enough
Coz neither of us is right

I swore I'll never be like them
But I'm just a little brat back then
The older I get
The more I can see
I know they aren't perfect
they're just like me
To become one is hard
But loving you
I'll try my best
To my parents
I apologize
Even if
I used to be mad
But now
I know
That sometimes it's better
To let things go...


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