My greatest shame
Is the way I talk to myself,
Admitting that I don’t love me
Half as much as anybody else.
And thinking every day,
How everyone who loves me
Would chose somebody else
On a rainy day, If hard pressed.
And that I’m not worth the effort
Of the ones I love to stay.
And remembering how in love I used to be
With who I had become.
Now I’m facing every day feeling
Like I’m the only one
who has ever come undone,
when the ones they most loved
all turned to run.