You give me not what I want.
My anger is unjust for how
can you give me what you do not have?
I must not let your aged body
blind me to your young soul.
Fruit ripens slowly on the tree;
the one at fault, is clearly me.
You give me not what I want.
My anger is unjust for how
can you give me what you do not have?
I must not let your aged body
blind me to your young soul.
Fruit ripens slowly on the tree;
the one at fault, is clearly me.