And after all in And here we go.

Your love taught me hate; that’s the ethos of our relationship.

You made me hate the music I loved so dearly, I had to give up all my favorite songs in favor of what you liked, what you preferred.

Now I’m listening to my songs again and realizing how foolish it was to abandon my identity to you, for you.

You were not worth ditching the comfort of such lovely music.

While you lied and lied again, music remains pure and I’m glad it remains with me.

And I’m even more glad I hid some of my favorite music from you; you in your infinite toxicity and manipulation, would’ve made me hate that too.