The fact that in some parts of the world it's mother's day made me think of him... He would always find my vulnerable days. I think he had a calendar. And I'm still scared he'll find me again on one of those dates... You enjoyed her innocence, So you had to steal it away, Did that please you? Did it give you joy, To see the light in her eyes, Slowly die out...? Did it make you feel, Like a man, When you broke her, When blindly she followed, Putting her frail life in your hands, And you took advantage, Do you still think back, And does it make you smile, Are you proud? You broke a broken girl, Where's the skill in that?