I am in a race without any clues
Where there is nothing to win only to lose
To be loved I have paid a cost
To win someone, myself I have lost
I brought upon me all the mayhem
and for what? just to be one of them.
I have now put on a mask
their acceptance is all I ask
I know I am not enough
but I will be till I bluff
they couldn't love me as I was
and so in loving myself I took a pause
There is nothing in my life but regret
For in the end, I was squashed like a burnt cigarette
Why do we allow them to validate us
why do we let them manipulate us
do we really need their acceptance
do we really need to compromise our existence?
I know we all complain of not being loved
but how will someone love you,
when you don't love yourself enough.
You can pretend, you can carry on the charade
but when you give up your soul, you lose the trade