I sat and thought on what I’d done,
Of things I’ve said, of battles won,
Though my life was sometimes dull,
Things were there for me to mull,
Can I change the past I thought,
Could happiness in life be bought,
At times I was running quite free,
It’s just a shame this was not me.
I lived a life of secret lies,
I wasn’t me, there’s no surprise,
I loathed myself, I hated me,
But that was who I had to be.