Harold Gates slowed the snow-topped yellow taxi and edged it along the slushy curb to a stop where she stood, shivering in a tattered wool coat in a January blizzard on the steps of her unlit ... [+]
Can you tell me three things that made you smile today?
And three things you love about yourself?
Why not say these things
For me?
Say them for my sake
if you can't stand
doing it for your own.
Can't you see the damage this has done to you?
Why don't you love yourself how you should?
When was the last time you did something
for you?
Look in the mirror for a moment,
beauty resides beside the lines,
did the pain stop your hate?
How come you are so focused on yourself?
Don't you know that you are vain?
Why aren't you asking what to do
For them?
Bake them cookies that crumble,
always give something because
you deserve nothing.
And three things you love about yourself?
Why not say these things
For me?
Say them for my sake
if you can't stand
doing it for your own.
Can't you see the damage this has done to you?
Why don't you love yourself how you should?
When was the last time you did something
for you?
Look in the mirror for a moment,
beauty resides beside the lines,
did the pain stop your hate?
How come you are so focused on yourself?
Don't you know that you are vain?
Why aren't you asking what to do
For them?
Bake them cookies that crumble,
always give something because
you deserve nothing.
