You broke me up this time around.
With every song I wrote for you,
What do you intend me to?
Is it my sigh that brings you ache?
Cramp me up and lay me hate.
Resent I do—I had you fooled;
Scream me off—you’re just as cruel.
I can’t be you; I’m not as fine,
At times I am as sour as wine.
Why should this be the night that is?
Aware, you are I’m thrown with ease.
Jan Rheinold Amoyo