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Do I love myself?
Do I love myself?
The question that haunts my daydreams,
infecting my essence in the worst ways; do i even like myself?
You would think that question would be simple,
yes i love my unique laugh, the way i grin when i'm deceiving,
the best part being, i actually make myself sick.
What can a bastard stand to say when he can’t look himself in the eye,
his own mind screaming, day and night ‘die die die’; it’s sad to see a waste of a being thinking he could’ve been something.
Do I love myself?
You could say ive mastered imagining I’m content with my decisions,
to you I don’t have a regret, but to me everything screams moron; pathetic and sad.
Do I love myself?
Why would I when no one else has found a gleam worth keeping inside my smile,
some people aren’t meant to be treasured which is why my favorite color is fools gold; unnecessary hope.
That hope quickly rusting while i fade into that damn question,
I want to love myself, but can’t seem to find a good reason.
Do I love myself?
Don’t ask such things to a boy inside a mans skeleton, he’ll lie to you.
I can survive without love the same way a fish survives without water, but that love turns into fear when confronted; leaving behind a deathly faced image of friendship.
Can you love yourself when no one understands you?
I can’t see a way to but believe me if i could i’d wrap that boy into a python of a hug.
Do I love myself?
Funny question to ask someone, why is this your business, but yet it’s socially accepted; I guess the correct love desires a witness.
To answer your question,
yes I love myself, but not in the ways you think.
A year ago I would’ve told you I was a loser meant to die alone, but as of today I love that part of my story where I failed.
I failed at being a good friend, but I learned how to be an amazing one to myself.
I failed at being a good son, but I learned how to listen to others when it mattered; I didn’t want to resemble her.
I failed at being a productive employee, but I learned how to love my time in this life.
Yes, I love myself at the price of killing the man who hated to breathe, learning by failing brought the axe to my hands.
I love myself for how I failed because those failures shown me how human i was, not the ideal image everyone crafted for me which only brought despair.
Do I love myself?
A year ago I would’ve laughed,
today i stand here to tell you it’s possible.
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The question that haunts my daydreams,
infecting my essence in the worst ways; do i even like myself?
You would think that question would be simple,
yes i love my unique laugh, the way i grin when i'm deceiving,
the best part being, i actually make myself sick.
What can a bastard stand to say when he can’t look himself in the eye,
his own mind screaming, day and night ‘die die die’; it’s sad to see a waste of a being thinking he could’ve been something.
Do I love myself?
You could say ive mastered imagining I’m content with my decisions,
to you I don’t have a regret, but to me everything screams moron; pathetic and sad.
Do I love myself?
Why would I when no one else has found a gleam worth keeping inside my smile,
some people aren’t meant to be treasured which is why my favorite color is fools gold; unnecessary hope.
That hope quickly rusting while i fade into that damn question,
I want to love myself, but can’t seem to find a good reason.
Do I love myself?
Don’t ask such things to a boy inside a mans skeleton, he’ll lie to you.
I can survive without love the same way a fish survives without water, but that love turns into fear when confronted; leaving behind a deathly faced image of friendship.
Can you love yourself when no one understands you?
I can’t see a way to but believe me if i could i’d wrap that boy into a python of a hug.
Do I love myself?
Funny question to ask someone, why is this your business, but yet it’s socially accepted; I guess the correct love desires a witness.
To answer your question,
yes I love myself, but not in the ways you think.
A year ago I would’ve told you I was a loser meant to die alone, but as of today I love that part of my story where I failed.
I failed at being a good friend, but I learned how to be an amazing one to myself.
I failed at being a good son, but I learned how to listen to others when it mattered; I didn’t want to resemble her.
I failed at being a productive employee, but I learned how to love my time in this life.
Yes, I love myself at the price of killing the man who hated to breathe, learning by failing brought the axe to my hands.
I love myself for how I failed because those failures shown me how human i was, not the ideal image everyone crafted for me which only brought despair.
Do I love myself?
A year ago I would’ve laughed,
today i stand here to tell you it’s possible.
© All Rights Reserved
