I only wanted a jar of honey, but she is consistent in her dishonesty.
She tells me to go away, and complains that I don't look for her. She says things will solve themselves, and complains that I'm not concerned. She keeps her problems from me and discloses them to others.
I trust her, I remain faithful. She acts jealous, and then lays with another man.
And somehow, she has the guts to claim I'm on the wrong.
She hurls a jar of honey at me, and somehow that is my fault too. Somehow, I would let it hit the back of my head and drop down unconscious only to displease her.
Somehow, I'm still not entitled to name her for what she is.
She stole my dagger, and I know for sure she's going to blame that on me.
I had another bath to wash away vomit, blood, and honey.
