I heard once that they’d rather hear about memories than enemies.
Rather hear what was and what will be then what is.
Rather hear how you got it over how much it cost you.
Rather hear about finding yourself and how you lost you.
Rather you make this an open letter about family and struggle then take it forever.
About hearts that you’ve broken, and ties that you severed.
No doubt in my mind. That don’t make ‘em feel better.