This was the night I lost it.
The night I "gave' it to you.
But really, the night you took it from me.

I don't remember, but you do. You knew what you were doing was wrong, but you did it anyways.

I told myself it was okay. I convinced myself it was fine because I loved you. But it wasn't okay.


You took advantage of me to please yourself. And because you didn't regret it, I thought I shouldn't regret it either.