Analysis of You called it Love (pt. 1)

Shattering sounds of glass breaking,
Church bells ringing
and choir voices singing.
It's time to bid farewell to the power you had over me.
No closed fists, no more clenched jaws
No more bruises, except for those you
permanently etched on my heart.
My knees, they're on their way to healing.
The shakes are gone, the game is done.
It was fun while it lasted.
And when I say fun, I mean scarring to the body
When I say body, I mean every single person in this room today.
We are angry. We are also very sad, very regretful
How could we have let it happen?
But, how could we have ever known?
You called it love, sometimes called it discipline.
You said you were sorry but you lied
Because had it been the truth, I wouldn't be here today.
Walking out of that door for the final time,
And never to be seen again.