But here you are, right when I felt I'd recovered and was over the pain of my past.
You're the same as you always were, those like you never change. Your words still cut me like a knife.
I don't have to listen to you anymore. I have the power to end this. You can only keep hurting me if I allow it.
I switch off the radio, then pull over to the side of the road, take deep breaths and try not to cry.