She wishes she knew what she wanted to say, she's been up thinking most of the night.
She puts out her cigarette, picks up her pen, and with trembling hands starts to write...
Dear mum and dad I hope that you're not lonely now I'm gone.
I'm sorry but I felt my life at home could not go on.
It wasn't anything that you did or anything that you said,
I had to leave, just get away you know, to clear my head.
This small town just did not fit in with all my big ideas,
And everyone knew everything, my hopes, my dreams, my fears.
Oh when I get a phone put in I'll give you both a call,
Ironic huh, me being here in this big town feeling small.
I should have written sooner....didn't quite know what to say,
But now I have I hope this letter finds you both okay.
The flat I've rented's really small but it will do for now,
I've got a job so yes, I guess I'll manage here somehow.
I'm trying to pack up smoking now, you'll both be glad to hear
Cos a pack of twenty cigarettes these days is far too dear.
I'd love to give you my address.....I hate all this deceit,
But my mind's made up...I've got to learn to stand on my own two feet.
I know I should have talked to you before I sloped away
But you'd have tried to reason with me, tried to make me stay.
Hey mum, I'm eating plenty and my washing's up to date,
And dad, no shifty blokes are lurking round when it gets late!
Well guess that's all that's left to say.....I miss you both so much.
I promise I'll be careful and of course I'll keep in touch.
