every day, you burdened me
with your heavy, heavy hands.
you called it love--
then why do i feel like i'm sinking?
if you let me escape,
you'd have no way
of displacing your hate and resentment.
don't worry, babe,
i was too strong to see i was weak.
so you pushed me harder and called it passion,
choked me tighter and called it fervor,
ruined me longer and said you didn't know.
i was too weak to see that i'm strong.