this is it

one of these days shes not gonna be there,
one of these days shes just gonna walk away.
you would have no right to question why.
the times you pushed when she didnt need it
the times you pulled when she needed to be let loose.
shes hurt in ways you could never understand.
the pain embodies the little bit she is left with.
moments shes tried to explain have passed
this is it, this is the end, this is the last.