Is this the way you expect me to forgive you?
You shower me with words of wisdom and advice I'd craved in previous years
Is this the way I've needed you too?
Or is this a way to make you into one of my worst fears?

Is this how you want to be known when I;m remembering?
But the old you suited you so well
But I seem to find myself surrendering
I finally know I was right when I fell

I knew you were bad, but you've seemingly changed
I don't know what to do with my hate anymore
I suppose now my memories will rearrange
And I will no longer hate you, or fear what lies in store.