I used to think about the way the troubles breed
And now here I am, not knowing if I’m what they need
Encircled by my own self-born vice of hatred
I ponder whether this is just what’s fated
I try to miss the waterfall that sang inside my head
But I just can’t, having it burnt out down to shred
The sole reason I cannot believe that I’m enough
Is that I lack this greener field of knowing how to love
Myself