A 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 donít want to stand, with the setting sun,
And hate myself for things I have done.
I donít 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 man I really am;
I donít want to dress myself up in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all manís respect;
And here in the struggle for fame and wealth,
I want to be able to like myself.
I donít want to look at myself and know
That I am a bluffer, an 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, I want to be
Self-respecting and guilt-free.
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