The Way Things Were

People used to hate me, People hated me because they were afraid of me, I had so much built up anger and pain, I was the one everyone was kind and sweet too, Everyone acted like they loved me, because they were afraid of fearing me, I was the darkness, Ever since I abandoned my old life I got tired of being the one they loved out of fear, I loved it, and now everyone loves me because they don't actually know me, Constantly longing for my old life, The life where I was obeyed, Where I had everyone at my fingertips, And now, now I long for the way things were