My words must be chosen more carefully
Or rather the wording of the words I choose
I have to practise what you preach this time admittedly
Take a leaf from your book I have avoided and left recluse

Although questions grow tired from uncooperative interrogation
The aggravation gives fuel to my firing questions
So, no, I'm not yet throwing my hands up in resignation
For there is an infinity of other variations

So I'm not giving in quite yet as I said in frustration
And no lessons from our disagreement were learnt
Yet still I in truth have found elevation
And from the fires I was not burnt

My methods may remain unsuccessful
The conclusion always the same
So I speak in a language more celestial
To end our fight by taking all the blame