You accuse me of not being there for you.
After you chose to do something,
I warned you not to do.
And you come to find me at fault?
To sell me guilt,
With a sadness you've brought?
I must look like a fool to you?
I said,
I must look like a fool to you?
'Ask me something else.
That question is too easy.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem