Injuriado

If I only did you good
Maybe it would be one more vice
You would have contempt for me in the end
But I wasn't so imprudent
And now there is frankly
No reason for you to offend me like this

I didn't lend you money
I never did you any favors
I didn't feed your bad temper
You don't owe me anything
So, my dear, I don't understand
Why are you now talking about me