Once the cord was cut you took off, your nothing of a childhood done. Nobody said don’t go, stay here. Nobody said, keep in touch. They knew better. Let her go, is what they muttered, we can’t stop her now. She thinks she’s an artist you can’t tell her different. She thinks she knows what she’s doing, where she’s going, so just let her go. Now she’s grown she’ll find out, she’ll discover soon enough she’s a girl, just a girl, and a sad girl at that.