to whom i am writing this for?
is it for me, who stopped engaging
for i was mostly who puts up the work;
or is it for you, who always say "i'll do better"
but remains as just idly words to you?
where were you when i needed you
the way you needed me in your distraught?
oh i remember, you were just in the corner
standing, watching me in my increasing fraught.
— can't blame me for blaming you
