you must love yourself first
When she looks in the mirror she doesn't like what she sees.Her face is never right pimples look like she got stung by bees.
She is scared to look in her own eyes.
If she does then she can see all the pain which brings tears of endless cries.
Then she looks at me and tells me she loves me.
So i find it hard to believe cause she doesn't love herself so how can we be.
I see you as so beautiful straight out of a movie or my dream.
You see yourself as a nightmare as if i am the only one that looks good on this team.
Now she dresses like a boy nothing to turn guys head.
Or she dresses in black as if someone is dead.
Put make up on ,buy lingerie look in the mirror and say i am sexy.
Sometimes it seems like your mind is screaming out help me.
We can't control the way we were born to look like only what we are meant to be.
So as your man I tell you I love you ,but you must love yourself if you truly love me.
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