Before I met my first, I never knew a broken boy could love
Such a delicate sentiment was not for me to have
I never felt eyes that looked at me with want; not even my own
I carried with me that feeling from a heart made of stone
That was, before I met my first, who saved me from my morass
He turned my distorted life into one of a steady chorus
There's this thing about first love that makes it hard to forget
I fathom it's the way that no other love can be a worthy surrogate
Maybe I might sound conceited but my first love was with me
I was the only one there for me when the days where gloomy and the nights stormy
At least I could love someone else but still make my first last forever
That's the beauty of self love, it'll always be in you're favour
I don't cry when my fickle friends leave because I love me so much
I still smile everyday even when I'm called chubby, big and butch
When the fog clears up, I know I'll still have me by my side
That's what makes me love me, coz in me, I can confide
All love without self love is a battle that's futile
I might as well love me first and make my other loves worthwhile
Maybe all it takes is love to have our brokenness mended
Just a tad bit of self love can have our way ward history amended
But before we give our hearts to anybody else
Let's have our first loves as ourselves.
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If you don't love yourself, how the hell are you gonna love somebody else?
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