You’re not finished here so don’t you dare
Treat yourself with such poor care
You are still beautiful and you have worth
You’re scared of the things that no longer hurt

Your past battles haunt you relentlessly
I can here them whispering when you are near to me
I fill your ears with words of new
And calm and pure, and wise and true
I fill your hands with mine to hold
In case one day you find loneliness growing old
I fill your head with thoughts of tomorrow
I fill your lungs with laughter-I empty your eyes of sorrow

But when we go our separate ways
I fear the fog, I fear the haze
That eats you whole and clouds your view
Of all the things you’re capable to do
Everything gets heavy and everything seems out of grasp
And I can feel you quitting-your breathing turn to gasps

I pour these things from me to you
And hope they will suffice
Until you learn to do it for yourself
Until you learn to treat yourself right