Do I care too much about what other people think?
Perhaps, I try to do and say too much, kitchen sink?
Or maybe I’m too nice and cave in too often?
Does the stress that I try to avoid, delay my inevitable coffin?
The things that I see so clearly in others as shortcomings or mistakes
Why can’t I as easily identify as my own mirror breaks?
Maybe it is much easier to judge from a far, one who tries and fails
Then to realize that we’re all doomed, because fate always prevails
So if those you hold most dear fail you time and again
Please realize, that even without knowing, you do the same too, dear friend!