Our roles have changed.
You no longer speak to me in that patronizing way,
in that voice that made my heart hurt.

You no longer tell me what I think, what I feel, what I mean.
You don't ridicule me in front of others.

You said things would be different, better.
But I can't forget.
I can't forget.

You know just how I feel now.
I don't hate you, I don't love you.
You are now a friend,
but I could never hurt a friend as you hurt me.

I've tried, though.
Each time I told myself,
"I'll speak to him like that next time he asks a question."
But I'm not capable of doing that.

I was never your friend.
Do you realize we never laughed together?
We never hung out together, just enjoying each other's company.
We did nothing together other than be intimate.

We watched tv separately each night because you had to get high.
You didn't like the way I cleaned the house, so you did it.
No one came to our house.
You hated people in our lives taking my attention from you.
You disliked my family, you disliked your family.

Twenty five years later you're sorry.
What can I do with your remorse now?
I can't go back and live a different life.
But I can't go forward feeling as I do.

For twenty five years you were happy with your life.
Everything went the way you wanted it to.
And now you're happy with your new life.

And you can't understand why I'm not.