I used to call you love and all other manner of sweet things
Fate had a different plan, and I followed her swing
You have hated me since then, I know
It hurt to feel the sting of your words as a blow
I was not the best woman, of this I am certain
But I was a child when I loved you, beneath the mature curtain
I let it pass like a memory
All of the hurt, blocking its infamy
Two things I took from our time together
One was your purity, your tether
Two was the knowledge that my affliction made you stronger
If you are not stronger, your hate certainly made me tougher
