If i take this opportunity to tell you what happened,
will it destroy our unity?
will there be nothing left to tap into?
i hate to lay this on you, but i've been holding back these tears.
this morning i awakened from a dream so real
it's in my memory and has been for fifteen years,
and i don't mind if you have to tell someone --
i had to tell someone.
that's why i'm telling you.
times were different then, and i was very young,
but i'm older now.
i'm angry now.
i don't know what to do.
i never thought i'd hate him,
but i've got to tell you brother,
my childhood has been taken.
i know now i was the other lover,
and i fought him the best way i could.
i got the hell out of there but it still cuts me like cold steel,
and i split like wood.
sometimes i wonder if he knows or cares.
and it's alright if you have to tell someone --
i had to tell someone.
that's why i'm telling you.
times were different then, and i was very young,
but i'm older now.
i'm angry now.
i don't know what to do, he thinks it all surrounds him.
that's just the way it is, don't want my kids around him.
but i can tell you this -- i don't expect you to feel the way i feel,
but i didn't know what else to do.
they say these things take time to heal.
i can start by telling you,
i can start by telling you,
i can start by telling you.