| When I was young, you told me that, I’d never be
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| What you wanted me to become
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| I had my own ambitions and you saw from the start
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| You saw that I would never be what you had hoped for
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| I’ve always wanted to be someone you could be proud of
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| You saw that I would never be what you had hoped for
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| Well that’s what I’ve become
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| As I turn the pages of my memories
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| I remember all the things you told me to be
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| You told me to, change my ways
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| Or you wouldn’t be pleased with me
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| Kicking and screaming I cried out
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| Why wont you let me be who I really am
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| I got myself figured out, inside
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| But, how do I tell you without you losing faith in me
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| As I turn the pages of my memories
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| I remember all the things you told me to be
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| You told me to, change my ways
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| Or you wouldn’t be pleased with me
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| I cried out to you in the middle of the night
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| Where are you? |
| Make me feel alright
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| You said to me you’d always be there,
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| But you were never there for me
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| The pathways that I have to choose from,
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| Won’t work for the both of us
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| One to suit you, and one to suit myself
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| The pathway that I choose is my own
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| As I turn the pages of my memories
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| I remember all the things you told me to be
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| You told me to, change my ways
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| Or you wouldn’t be pleased with me |