If I was a friend to myself,
I'd tell me "come over"
and I'd lean out my shoulder.
If I was a friend to myself,
I'd have tissues in both hands
and I'd be kind and understand.
If I was a friend to myself,
I'd take my side for a change
and I'd create a safe haven
where my demons couldn't hang.
But I tell myself I am a failure
for getting so down,
comparisons fill my mind up with sound
I'd never be this tough on anyone else,
So why is it okay to spew
this endless hate to myself?
If I was a friend to myself,
I'd suggest we take a walk
and let the fresh air restore
what we had lost.
I really am my own worst enemy.
