I can't try to be someone I ain't.

Well, I most certainly can try

But it will lead me nowhere.

Defeat and sadness, perhaps?

But what do I do when I hate

What I have come to be?

What when these feet don't rise

To walk the miles left before me.

What when I just wish I could

Make amends in the past I lived,

But I just do not have energy

To go back and live it again.

Well, at least I now know,

What brings me a smile.

Maybe the future holds a new

Treasure that'll free my soul.