To be what they want me to be.

Not so perfect I wonder, to be what they want me to be.

Call me crazy to be what they want me to be.

Hopes high for me to be what they want me to be.

Praise for passed accomplishments not for them but for me, not to be what they want me to be.

That one thing I hold dear, the thought, pain.

I awake from my dream just to say, the same as yeasterday on an on each day.

For when I'm asleep the thought is not near.

LIFE, full of ups and downs. LIFE, smiles, frowns. LIFE