I Offer It Just Once

There's the way, yet you sit tight.

You will not know what I'll describe:

A state of mind, you are in,

Called ignorance, the mother of sin.

Your inner demon makes you blind.

Self-satisfaction blocks your mind.

How many times you dropped a brick,

But you don't care a pap for it.

And no one has done anything to you.

Full of fret, full of hate

The things you say, the things you do.

A lot of pride circulates.

Your little demon talks to you.

And no one has done anything to you.

How can I tell you, that I hate you.

You're hating yourself.

How can I tell you, that I like you.

You need no one.

Here is my helping hand.

Don't turn down, I offer it just once!