I have to live with myself, and so,
I want to be fit for myself to know,
I want to be able as the days go by,
Always to look me straight in the eye,
I don’t want to stand with the setting sun
And hate me for the things I’ve done.
I don’t want to keep it on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself as I come and go
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of man I really am,
I don’t want to dress myself up in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all men’s respect.
But here in this struggle for fame and pelf,
I want to be able to like myself.
I don’t want to think as I come and go
That I’m bluster and bluff and empty show. Male Ultracore Amazon & Trader
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