I love me some me.
I love looking at me.
I feel great about myself.
I only think about me.
I love me more than anyone else on the planet.
I love me more than my own mama.
People want you to be down.
People hate you.
They can't stand to see you walk around with a smile on your face.
They can't stand to see you happy.
What you have to be so happy about?
How are you going to question me about my happiness?
They can't stand you for it.
Because they can never, ever experiance it.
They hate you for it.
If they don't lift you up they are purposefully draggin you down.
Cut the dead weight and find a new flock to soar with.