I have done things I haven’t wanted to do,
And all my life, I have worn a smile over pain.
I’ve laughed when another would have shed bitter tears,
for reasons beyond me, that I can’t explain.
What have I ever done for myself,
in all my comings and all my goings,
except for a few meaningless things
that I would be better off not knowing?
And who hasn’t taken something from me
that I might have tried harder not to give
if I thought that they might still love me
If I made it my life that I live?
Not someone else telling me who I am
or doing things solely for other’s praise?
What would happen if I lived life for myself
If I was the only one who governed my days?
Where would I be if I made the choices?
If I could decide to give or to sell
or to keep for myself or let fade away?
Would they still all wish me well?
I don’t want to be so desperate
to always avoid the fight
to make everyone else happy
to back down even when I could be right.