Gift to Myself

I don't matter, I don't care I've had enough I hate what I see in the mirror Where will I end up In the hands of a worser fate Is it too late to give A gift to myself to lift up my buried face No more disgrace A gift to myself to soften my cruel tongue No more harm done Showers in the leaden sky Once begun will always cry for me Flowers blossom with a sigh Forever young and full of why I can be their seed and all I need is A gift to myself to lift up my buried face No more disgrace A gift to myself to soften my cruel tongue No more harm done What will it be When will I receive When will I receive When will I receive A gift to myself When will I be A gift to myself