Pathways

When I was young you told me that

I’d never be what you wanted me to become

I had my own ambitions and you saw from the start

You saw that I would never be what you had hoped for

I’ve always wanted to be someone you could be proud of

You saw that I would never be what you had hoped for

Well, that’s what I’ve become

As I turn the pages of my memories

I remember all the things you told me

You told me to change my ways

Or you wouldn’t pleased with me

Kicking and screaming, I cried out

Why won’t you let me be who I really am?

I’ve got myself figured out inside

But how do I tell you without you losing faith in me?

As I turn the pages of my memories

I remember all the things you told me

You told me to change my ways

Or you wouldn’t pleased with me

I cried out to you in the middle of the night

Where were you to make me feel all right?

You said to me you’d always be there

But you were never there for me

The pathways that I have to choose from

Won’t work for the both of us

One to suit you, one to suit myself

The pathway that I choose is my own

As I turn the pages of my memories

I remember all the things you told me

You told me to change my ways

Or you wouldn’t pleased with me