So I'm sitting here in my room, pining away
Thinking about him in my wistful way
Wishing I could change things, make it fine
Go back, give him strength or at least some time

Whatever I did wrong, at ten or twenty
It seems I could've done nothing and it'd be plenty
For his mother to dislike me beyond reason.
So I'm living for myself now, making it my season

He's gotta live his life you know
Make his journey, despite how it feels slow
Whether I'm in the picture in the end
I'll cheer him all the way, even as a friend.

Because I believe in the man he is
And the man he will be, courageous and yes: this
That he's amazing; no slight will I believe
Because with him, my trust I did leave

And I cannot believe that my instincts were wrong
They told me a story so strong
About a man who longed to be free
Of his parents and lies. You see, it wasn't about me.