There’s nothing wrong with loving me,
With seeing worth in what I see.
A narcissist, they say, is bad—
But why should I feel guilty, sad?
I focus on the mirror’s face,
In my own love, I find my place.
I don’t need others to define
The value of this heart of mine.
For who can I trust when trust is thin,
When hearts are fragile, full of sin?
I am the one I’ll lean upon,
A solid base when all is gone.
No strings attached, no debts to pay,
I make my path, I lead the way.
I love myself, not out of pride,
But because in me, I can confide.
If others find it strange or wrong,
It’s me who sings my own love song.
No need to wait, to beg, to plead,
I am the answer, I am the need.
For in this world, so wild and wide,
Where trust is broken, truth denied,
It’s better to be my own best friend,
And love myself, from start to end.