He couldn’t handle you so he made you believe you weren’t good enough
Now, you’re walking around with the belief that no one will ever love you
Of course, someone will
It’ll just be a different kind of love
The kind you deserve
Not the tainted version he forced you to accept
Let go, hold your head high
Let him continue to walk around with his jar of insecurities
He’ll find someone else to sprinkle it on
That person shouldn’t be you anymore.