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I have to live with myself,
And so I want to be fit for myself to know.
I want to be able as days go by,
Always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to keep 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 person I really am;
I don't want to dress myself up in shame,
I want to deserve all people's respect;
But here in the struggle for fame and wealth
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know
That I am a bluster, bluff, and empty show.
I can never hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know;
I never can fool myself,
And so whatever happens.
The longest miles.
The wealth of memories
You left reminds me
How very far apart we are.
Oh, how i would give the world,
Just to be where you are.
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