The Question

My pride is shattered
The pieces lost
My self control is melting
Like a summertime frost

What I did to deserve this
I do believe
Is from my simple life
To seek reprieve

If what I did was wrong
I'll apologize to you
I wouldn't have done it
If I had only knew

Will you still talk to me
Or will I cease to exist
Since my question
Put me on your bad list

You could have said yes
You could have just said no
But instead you had to laugh
And strike me low