“As long as I’m going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly”

Is my love coercible, does my love have a price
Must I always be this nice
Must I always be good and kind
Or is it okay to speak my mind
Because for years I’ve been feeling that
You took my power, now I’m taking it back
And even though you crumble the fort
I will not mission abort
Or go back on the word I make
I love a thing for its own sake