I wish you had known me before you,
People talk as if you made me,
Moulded me into the woman.
See, the girl already existed,
This woman you see was in fruition
Innocent and different, sure.
Still, there was substance before
The catalyst met the pyre,
I was already a girl ready for fire. 
Now I smoulder, I’m bolder,
But I wonder if I’d have been the same?
If you were just fuel to the flame?