Of the debt I owed from you
I paid and filled my due;
Forgiveness, but the more.
Becomes essential, becomes sore.
Yet I shall try
As you have lied
– Or not – to me,
Forgive your Love, your Hate.
Who am I,
To judge, condemn,
A one but who I've fed,
Again, again, again.
I am, I am,
– Greater than you, for sure,
Or was, since down
You pulled my Art.
Who am I to complain?
Who am I to complain?
I am, I write,
I was, will be,
Will stand, will fall.
You were, nor are,
Nor will be, nor ever,
But Shallow, but Vain,
But you, but I.