Composition
In her first single to bear elements of rock music, a seemingly dissatisfied Aguilera seems to bemoan and scream of a man who apparently did her wrong. However, in a surprising twist, she does not want to complain or insult him; in fact, she wants to thank him. In the chorus, she sings: "'Cause it makes me that much stronger/Makes me work a little bit harder ... So thanks for making me a fighter.'" According to the magazine "Teen Ink", though critics see these lyrics as angry and revengeful, she is revealing her true emotions which allows other teenagers to identify with her."
In the song, she's ticked and gives a list of the wrongs done to her: lying, cheating, manipulation, etc. But she's going to be the better person and learn from it. The song actually explains what betrayals happened and that it changed the person. In the opening of the song, she sings: "After all you put me through/ You'd think I despise you,"/ "But in the end I wanna thank you/ 'Cause you make me that much stronger." While later, she admits: "After all the stealing and cheating/You probably think I hold resentment for you…/'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do/I wouldn't know/Just how capable I am to pull through/So I want to say thank you."
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“If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing ... I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.”
—George Gordon Noel Byron (1788–1824)
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—Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977)