BACK TO YOU — Summary

I hate you, The words haunting me again I know i'd go back to you

I hate you, The scars that's still left I know i'd go back to you

I hate you, Pictures of sands i walk through I know i'd go back to you

I hate you, Whenever i sing, its like i can hear you I know i'd go back to you

I hate you, Im here at the tears of ocean deep I know i'd go back to you

I hate you, The scenes keeps repeating to dust I know i'd go back to you

I hate you, Songs only that speaks to me I know i'd go back to you

I hate you, Promises flying those clouds I know i'd go back to you

I hate you, I needed to loose you to love me I know i'd go back to you

I hate you, When im blind I know i'd go back to you.

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Every stanza in Bremarie Gulfan's "Back to You" follows the same pattern: a line of anger, a memory, and then the same admission, "I know i'd go back to you." The speaker is trying to hate someone, and the repetition shows how badly it's working. Each time the anger comes up, it gets undercut by the line that follows.

The memories are scattered but vivid. There are words that come back, scars that haven't healed, a voice heard whenever the speaker sings, and promises that drifted away like clouds. The images of sand, ocean and dust suggest things slipping away or wearing down. One of the most striking lines is "I needed to loose you to love me," which hints that the loss taught the speaker some self-love, even though the pull remains.

The mood is weary and aching. It feels like a loop the speaker can't escape, and the final line, "When im blind," suggests that going back happens when judgment fails, not by choice.

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