Are you the one who would have me walking under a veil of tears?
Is it you who would wake me in the morning under the essence of fears?

No, I only grant you what I feel you are owed.
No, I am not the meaning of your ill fortune unbestowed.

Then, are you the one who would have me sitting in a sweaty chair?
Then, is it you who wakes me up every morning and messes up my hair?

No, it is not my doing that you always feel so low.
No, I'm not the one who forces on you such unbearable woe.

Then, you must be the one who always causes me to fail.
Then, you have to be the one who pushes success with no avail.

No, I didn't fail you when you took that test,
No, I'm not the one who told you that you were the best.

Well, who is it, then, that makes me always so sad?
Who can it be, then, that makes my life so lonely and bad?

It's the one who pushes anger, when others push glee.
It's the one who asks questions - it's you, sir, not me.