I Can't Make You Love Me, by Bonnie Raitt. The lyrics fit my recollection of a bad situation after it was over. While it was going on, my feeling was totally different. I was more inclined to think, "Hell yeah, I can make you love me, or else this is not going to end well for anyone!"
But looking back on it, I knew I felt the power although the other person didn't, and I knowingly pretended otherwise just to try to enjoy savoring the moment and to fix it in my memory for when it would be no more.
Fortunately, since it was a long time ago, I can now use the alternative lyrics: "I'll close my eyes, then I won't see, your rotting head, up in that tree..."