I'm Sorry Trapt Jack, It Must Be Said

When I Was Little, I Remember I Was Sitting On The Couch And My Parents Were Asking Me Who I'd Rather Live With. They Finally Had Enough Of Eachother And Were Getting A Divorce. I Chose My Mom Because We Were Scared To Death Of Our Dad. When Ever He'd Come Home, We'd Yell It In The House And We'd Run And Hide In Our Rooms Because We Were Scared. I Chose My Mom.

Later On, We Went On A Trip To Mexico And My Mom Obviously Didn't Go, And The Divorce Wasn't Final Yet. When We Got Home We Found Out She Was In A Car Crash And Died While We Were Away.

Later On, A Month Before I Left To The Army, My Dad Let Me In On The Truth. She Was Leaving Because She Didn't Want A Family Anymore. She Died On The Way To A Party. And Worst Of All, She Didn't Die "Helping Someone On The Road" Like We Were Told When We Were Kids. She Got Crushed By A Drunk Driver Going 80 Miles Per Hour, Hit Her Car, Flew Up, And Landed On Her After She Got Out The Car Because SHE Hit Someone On The Freeway.

I Spent So Many Of My Years Wondering What Life Would Have Been Like If I Still Had 2 Parents. Now I Know That Even If She Had Survived, I Still Would Have Only Had 1.

I Found Out The Hard Way That My Parents Are Just People Too.

Come On, Lets Go Home...