I wish I could explain to you, but now
What meaning would it have, what would it matter?
I felt I should have written you this letter.
I should have hurt you just to kill your love.
Oh, you felt mad at me, I know your rage,
Destroying all the world within your limits.
My love - you're not the one just to forgive it
Or to excuse my most exciting age.
And still, apart from bitter words you've said,
I felt you from inside, and got addicted.
But it's too late, and I am new, committed
To someone whom my love won't make afraid.