What's the point in helping others
When you can't even help yourself from yourself?
When all your memories from the past torture you
When the hatred becomes a part of you
When all you think about is "where did I go wrong?"
"How can I erase those mistakes?" and
"What if he is like you?"

How can you ever save other
When you've got nothing left for yourself to save?

Your dream is a illusion
Drop it and face reality:
He is not him, but he is like him,
you did everything wrong and
you can't erase those mistakes

Conclusion: you're f*cked