Child
I'm not mad at you
Because you have no support
You don't know what you're doing
And the more you do, the more you dance
Why will I get upset
Wasting my time with demands
For liking a child?
Relax,
I'm not the one who's going to try to correct you
It's a shame to know
That you It lacks the subtlety to understand
How tiring
That it mistreats a heart
That it no longer has so much hope
To invest in a child.