It is true I was born to be
more than a useless nobody,
yet I’ve lived half a century
wondering, who I’m meant to be
Everything that I've tried to do
Just always made me look a fool
It's to myself I should be true,
Not spend my life just pleasing you
Was I blind or just could not see
The time you spent controlling me
Stiffling dreams I was somebody
Locking doors, so I could not be free
But light is starting to shine through
Finally, I know what I must do
Learn to give myself a break or two
Then get the hell away from you
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