Love is patient, love is kind.
Do you remember pressuring me into having sex that rainy night?
Have you ever felt guilty about using me in hindsight?
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
Were you jealous of my good character and potential?
Was sharing our stories to sound manly that essential?
It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Did you need to say \"I\'m not hitting that anymore\" when you spoke about me?
Did you get an ego boost from being with my body?
Did you mean to blow your fuse that night when I couldn\'t please you?
Are you still angry that I chose him in the absence of you?
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
Are you proud to use debauchery to meet your needs?
Is a life full of God\'s love and grace not your speed?
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Why did you let them spread those rumors and call me those names?
Did you know that \"How can I trust you?\" filled me with shame?
Why did you lose your hope for us?
When did you quit trying to adjust?
Love never fails.
Is it my fault that we never made it?
Or are you the reason I don\'t want to admit?