Self Help 101
Stare and gaze at gemstones in ashtrays
Mark the shine of all the hopeless times
Will you ever stop and wait?
Will you ever turn the other cheek?
To see the wilting grass on both sides?
Let go of yourself and your selfish ways
Callous and cold is no way to behave To our own soul
The Thing that’s most hated is our deprecation
Loathing our loathing tone
And we despised our demise
And only recognize our esteem
When it’s running low
Hate our self-hating, try to keep changing
When changing hurts the most
and detest our regrets
until the only thing that’s left is us feeling
that we’re alone
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