Aren't you getting tired
of your bitter ways? 
Tired of complaining about 
*everything,*
 and **never** looking 
the other way?

Isn't it getting *old*
to find yourself with **no** friends?
To look at your life
and think, 
"What's wrong with *them*!?" 

Is it the least bit **alarming**...
you love *nothing* you see?

The truth can be disarming, 
but please *consider* 
it from **me**.

There is no sense 
in harming
yourself,
this isn't 
how you
*have*
to be.

If you *wan*t love 
you **have** to give it, 
you have to 
*set
yourself 
free.*