water under my bridge

there once was a time when i hated my past
the decisions i'd made
the mistakes i'd chosen
the opportunities that i'd let slide
i hated that i'd been lazy
i hated that i'd been blind
i hated that i'd been scared
i hated that i'd missed so much because i didn't go outside
i hated that all my mistakes and all the world and all the things
that i couldn't touch
had put me where i was
and had me in their teeth
but all that changed when i met you
the past was past
the past was gone
the past, though sad and dull and tragic and drab
was my fate
my preparation
my necessity
because without it all
the good, the bad, the nice, the awful
i'd never have met you
because without it all
i may have met you
and not known what i'd found