Elana Harte: Music

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Something that was taught to me when I was but a child
He said, honey, don’t do anything without a plan on the side
He must have had a plan in mind when he broke my Momma’s heart
It’s been many years but I always take that part
Yeah, I do

Chorus:
He might have been his father’s son
But I was for sure my father’s daughter
The worst thing that I took along
Was that if something in life seemed too hard not to bother
So much he could have said when he walked out that door
I don’t think I need to learn those lessons
Anymore

I grew up only focused on avoiding pain
Close or far, alone or not
It all felt the same
It all felt the same
Yeah, yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah

Chorus

Break

So much that he could have said when he walked out that door
I don’t think I want to hear it
My father was my everything, so vivid in my brain
And broken, though, the five-year-old inside me
Still cries his name

Still cried his name
Don’t want to hear those lessons
Still cries his name

No, no, no
Na,na,na,na
No, no, no
Na,na,na,na….