My Fault Or Yours?
I can't really decide,
my fault or yours.
You started it by asking me a qustion.
I was polite and answered the best way,
or at least I thought.
They say copying is the greatest form of flattery,
but I laugh at the person who said that.
Your flattery inevitably broke my newly discovered heart.
I don't pretend to understand you,
and sometimes I don't even try.
So, as my parting shot,
please, get out and stay out of my other life.
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