WHEN I SPEAK ABOUT ME I DONT THINK OF YOU
THE SELFISHNESS IN I IS WHAT DIVIDES THE TWO
DOWN THE LINE
THE REPEATED ATTEMPTS FAILED SO MANY TIMES
TO LOOK AT MISTAKES & CALL IT SUCCESS
IT IS VERY CLEAR THAT YOUR VISION IS A MESS
SCATTERED & FLYING NEAR & FAR
THAT MIRROR OF CONCEIT CAN DISPLAY HOW SELFISH YOU ARE
OR REALLY HOW DEEP RUNS THE PAIN
GOD HELP THOSE PEOPLE WHO WILL NOT HELP THE LAME
LET THIER LIFE NOT BE FILLED WITH STRAIN
NOR STRESS
BUT AN ABUNDANCE OF FAITH, LOVE, HOPE, & SUCCESS
EVEN THOSE WHO HATE ME I WISH YOU THE BEST
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