Before Second And Third

I’m glad you loved me first

You’ve seen days, years when I cussed the man in the mirror out

Cut him to teach lessons yeah I wasn’t sure if I understood myself

Looked down to see what happened, voice filled with accusations

Shaking my head defeated without any good within.

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Glad you’ve bought me from burning red terror

God, it was breathing strong exhaling in my face

Wore resistance out with vanity, uppercuts when I felt safe

Oh but you love, adored me when I came to you

Finally trusting compassion healed my wounds

Now I bring others in as I can relate with feeling worthless self-pity weights

Keeping any momentum behind locked gates I’m glad you loved me first I was filled with hate.