I can\'t love myself the way I\'m supposed to,
Like the crowd who fails to judge a piece of art,
Cause they thought they could judge at all;
I take pity when I catch on, the words I preach are the better said than done;
Broken mirrors are simply broken if I\'m the one who did it after all;
Unfortunate but true, I could only love myself if I were you;
The world\'s missing out on a gem just because she couldn\'t provide for herself;
Gentle and kind till it comes to myself;
It\'s a shame, I can\'t suffice, the burning star yet not a moment to shine.