If I could open up my eyes and see
with some perspective, who I really am
and stop pretending I’m ok, and be
here in this life as this imperfect man
If I could take the rap for what I do
good and bad, without the urge to run
and hide, and blame someone like you
for who I am, or what I have become
If I could quit this search, give up this need
for some great thing to come and make me whole
or save me from myself, if I could feel
ok inside this ordinary soul
perhaps at last I’d love both you and I
and really start to live before I die.